Then we moved into an apartment, back into a kitchen the size of a shoebox, and my love of cooking started to dwindle. Add to that the fact that I had begun working outside the home again, and the microwave became my most frequently used cooking appliance. Our pantry was bare, but boy was our freezer full!
This non-cooking phase has lasted an embarrassingly long time, but thanks to my recent obsessions with Pinterest and MasterChef, the longing to cook has come back. "So domestic," I again became in the kitchen this week, with homemade egg salad, fried rice, tuna croquettes, and crockpot ranch potatoes.
I didn't realize until posting these that I made all boring colored food this week. Hmph.
I'm not the only one who Instagrams (has that become a verb yet?) what she eats, right?
A MasterChef, I'll never be (I'm lucky when I don't ruin spaghetti). But as someone who lives to eat, I'm thankful my apron is finally finding its way back around my neck.