Bow down to Rachel Ray folks. Seriously. Anyone who can make me look and feel like I know what the hell I’m doing in the kitchen deserves crazy props. Today I got home a bit earlier than normal, so I was determined to have a home-cooked meal ready for Bubbey when he came home. Yes, me and my self-imposed challenges. I’m like in a game show all by myself. Anyway, another winner, I tell you. Leeky Linguine with Shrimp. That’s right: I’m not making your standard grilled chicken dinner; I’m kicking it up a notch with some seafood! All class. 🙂 And can you fucking believe? Another tasty meal! Rachel Ray is the woman! She is like 7 for 7.
Thankfully, my plan is working. Just as I had hoped, these small victories are quickly building my confidence. Could it be that I am beginning to derive some small pleasure from cooking? True, I didn’t really think this was ever possible. But it’s happening! I find myself combing through recipes, preparing extensive grocery lists, psyching myself up to get home and start cooking. 30 minutes, go! And a half hour later, the result is like magic. Hmph! Eating out is so… pedestrian.