Incoherent Scribblings

Culinary Delight

I have always liked to cook, but I will admit that when I was living with A. it got rather tedious. He was interested in the eating part, but was less than helpful when asked for suggestions as to what to cook. As a result, the entire burden of feeding us fell upon me and after a couple of years I was so fed up with being the only one to plan our menus that I began to dread the whole experience.

I was so tired of cooking that for the entire year that I lived with my mom I barely cooked at all. Every once in a while I would have a craving for my spaghetti or one of my other specialties and I would volunteer, but for the most part I was happy to let Mom do the cooking.

However, as time progressed I began to miss cooking and as the job prospects began to look up I began scouring the thrift stores in search of the basics that I would need when I finally had my own kitchen again.

I purchased an Armstrong knife set and couldn’t pass up the pasta maker when the little old ladies offered to sell it to me for a dollar. I bought a set of dishes for eight at a yard sale and Mom found a complete set of silverware at the consignment store where she works. I knew that once I moved my cupboards would be bare for a while, but I looked forward to filling the shelves with the types of kitchen accessories that I had always wanted.

Yes, there have been some frustrating moments in my new kitchen when culinary inspiration was paired with the realization that I lack ingredients or equipment, but my pantry is slowly accumulating the essentials and with each paycheck I replace those things that I left behind.

And someday soon when I am overcome with the desire to pull out the pasta maker and make ravioli just for fun, I will be able to do it.