Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I'm no Rachel Ray

I suppose I'd like to be but the reality is, as much as Rachel might try and craft recipes that can be done in 30 minutes, or an hour, or go 365 days with no repeats, more often than not her stuff...like most, calls for SOMETHING I don't have around the house.

I have a well stocked kitchen. I'd like to think so at any rate and yet, no matter the recipe, no matter the source, invariably something is out of stock or not part of my staple inventory. I don't have time to go to the store, not with working full time, feeding a family of six and all the other things I happen to over commit myself to doing. I figure that gives me 2 options, maybe 3.

  1. Order out or go out.
  2. Convince my husband to cook.
  3. Punt.
When I say punt, I don't mean like in football. I mean...

punt 3
(pnt)
intr.v. punt·ed, punt·ing, punts
1. Games To lay a bet against the bank, as in roulette.
2. Chiefly British Slang To gamble.

Yep, I'm gambling. I may not be British unless you factor in the 25% mutt in my geneological lineage but I am gambling nightly. I am gambling, and banking on the fact, idea or hope that I can either make something up with the ingredients I have around the house, or that I can substitute/trade something relatively appropriate or interesting for whatever random thing a recipe calls for that I don't happen to have around (or in some cases even like).

The bottom line is, I have to. I can't afford to eat, shop or cook like I used to. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Some times, or at least I'd like to think so, my concoction is far better than the original recipe it was based off of. Problem is, I don't ever write any of this down. My kids and husband can "ooh and ahh" until the cows come home but the likelihood of me making the exact same thing again is almost zero to none.