I was up until the wee hours of the morning slicing, dicing and doing dishes from previous said activities, and it was absolute heaven. I was prepping for hosting my first "Girls Night" [i.e. excesses of: carbs, wine and cackles] in years, and being in that kitchen had me bliss-ed out in a way that I haven't experienced in far too long.
I am completely okay with the fact that my hands are paper-dry from too-hot water and dish soap. The sense of relaxation I found at 2 a.m. seems somewhat surreal. Solo in the kitchen I felt like my bones had settled; there was no where else to go, and nothing else to do but maintain the right temperature of my stove-top flame.
Where was this kind of focus in college?
Now let me be clear-- I am an absolute tornado in the kitchen. I do not look like the next Food Network Star when I'm bouncing from cupboard to cupboard looking for the salt. Getting me to prep anything is painful, and I insist on 'lone-wolfing it'--not only because I'm a temperamental chef , but because you're more likely to get shanked mid-tornado-whirl on accident. It's my own recipe for madness.
But I'll be damned if I didn't let three hours fly by in a state of pure, uninhibited joy. Maybe it was the bacon I used in my lazy girl's attempt at Beef Bourguignon ala Ina Garten/Julia Child, that got me giddy. Yet the fact remains that I was having fun. Alone. And it was glorious.
I think in the tedium of sleeping, working and attempting to have fun, sometimes we forget that the best times can be had alone. All week I looked forward to Girls Night, but didn't put any stock in the cooking I'd get to do for said event. But that late night spent chopping carrots (which is awful by the way) brought me back to a version of myself I haven't seen in a while. Exactly what I needed to shake me out of a work-sleep-work reverie and rejuvenate me for an evening with old friends.
Hello Fun, it's nice to see you again.
In case you're curious, the Bourguignon turned out more like a shredded beef stew, but my guests went for seconds so I'd say it was a success.
But I'll be damned if I didn't let three hours fly by in a state of pure, uninhibited joy. Maybe it was the bacon I used in my lazy girl's attempt at Beef Bourguignon ala Ina Garten/Julia Child, that got me giddy. Yet the fact remains that I was having fun. Alone. And it was glorious.
I think in the tedium of sleeping, working and attempting to have fun, sometimes we forget that the best times can be had alone. All week I looked forward to Girls Night, but didn't put any stock in the cooking I'd get to do for said event. But that late night spent chopping carrots (which is awful by the way) brought me back to a version of myself I haven't seen in a while. Exactly what I needed to shake me out of a work-sleep-work reverie and rejuvenate me for an evening with old friends.
Hello Fun, it's nice to see you again.
In case you're curious, the Bourguignon turned out more like a shredded beef stew, but my guests went for seconds so I'd say it was a success.
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