I wish I was hot and bothered over the presence of some hottie pants guy, but in this case it is the next best thing; food. I decided to invite several friends over for dinner, not necessarily because I don’t already spend a lot of time with them, but because I was desperate for a reason to cook for people. There is nothing more relaxing and fulfilling than spending the day in the kitchen while Law and Order reruns play in the background. On the menu today was a roasted chicken and gravy, wild rice and roasted fall vegetables, fresh baked bread and a Jewish Apple Cake for dessert. If this isn’t the definition of euphoria, I don’t know what is! I’d love to tell you that I am one of those bloggers that will post beautiful photographs of my dishes and underneath will be the recipe. I don’t use recipes. I just start throwing things together. I haven’t even owned measuring spoons in at least 2 years. Part of that is my raging defiance (ok maybe not exactly raging), but most of it is my secret desire to be just like Laura Ingalls Wilder when I grow up. I also don’t photograph food because I’m just not very good at it.
What I do is eat it, and then tell you about it. Sorry, that’s all I’ve got. But what I can tell you is that I have outdone myself with the chicken and gravy and the apple cake made me a bit weak at the knees. What is it about food that can do that?