bear with me while I blog
I'm feeling a little uninspired this week about what to write for an editorial. Almost as if I know some sort of inspriration will come, but that it just hasn't come yet. Well, I figured I'd do a bit of writing anyway and if something cool came out of it, great. If not, I still have tomorrow to draw something together.
I've been searching the web for cool recipes today. On the weekend I came across those fresh pasta packages they sell in the supermarket of pre-made ravioli. Now there are things you make from scratch and there are things you thank the Lord someone else has done and buy pre-made. Ravioli has to fall into the latter category. But pasta sauce is of the former (or at least my husband-to-be would think so), so I've been searching for some inspiration on how to sauce up pre-made ravioli.
I'm not even married yet, but there are some things I'm already learning about Matthew (and maybe most men in general). One of the most important of these is that dinner isn't dinner unless it includes meat. It's like he's physically unable to feel satisfied after a meal unless it includes some sort of meat. So far all the yummy ravioli sauces I've found are of the vegetable-based variety and my preference in pasta pockets is definately for ricotta, spinach and pumpkin. Not meat. Again, there are some things you just have to process and cook yourself.
Anyway, I'm sure we'll find a happy medium. Until then, what's a little frustrating is that I don't really cook at my house. Not the experimental type of cooking anyway. For one thing, our kitchen isn't really set up for it. Mum does most of her cooking in our microwave/convection oven and the only stovetop we have is a gas one which is outside on the barbeque. There's not a lot of benchspace and Mum doesn't have much patience for experimentation. (Even though I truly do always clean up after myself) I'm very much looking forward to having my own kitchen and my own domain and a shopping list that I buy with my own money. And while it's kind of sad Matthew and I won't have Saturdays off together because of his work, at least I'll have a home day for myself each week that I can play house. I think I'm going to need that space to find my wifely niche. I'll be able to do my cleaning and cooking, find a routine, hone my housekeeping skills. (Maybe he'll never know how incapable I currently am around the home! At least when it comes to the kitchen.)
Speaking of kitchens and the like, it's been a full week in the homewares department. Last Friday Matthew and I went to Myer, ostensibly to finish off our gift registry. Well, I'm not sure if we're completely finished, but we're most of the way there. Now I just really hope people do give us the things on the registry because I'm picturing them in my house! Is that a very mercenary attitude?
Well, after our expedition of shopping with other people's money, as I like to put it, I had a Tupperware party as my bridal shower. The idea was people came along and bought stuff for themselves and I benefited from the sales. If people wanted, they could also put some money in a Tupperware fund for me to choose what I wanted from the catalogue. Well. The sales of the night added up to more than $1300 and I am now rolling in Tupperware. I received all sorts of stackable containers that will keep my pantry very organised from the sales and hostess gifts. With the money the ladies gave me, I bought a can opener, beetroot strainer, fridge Tupperware, lunchbox/microwaveable Tupperware and little snacky Tupperware. Oh and I also received free labels for my pantry stuff. Hooray!
Back to cooking. We had a lovely dinner last night with friends of ours that was so dinner-party-ish and grown up. We talked about all sorts of things our parents would have talked about and I would have thought were boring when I was a kid, but we just had the best time. It's wonderful having friends we can talk so openly with about such a broad range of topics. But the cuisine made me realise how much I have to learn about cooking. And it seems to me that so much of being a good cook is having experience. My job last night was to bring along dessert, and I was determined to do more than just buy a nice icecream and a frozen danish, even though that would have been delicious. So I thought I'd goa bit classier that that and make mini custard tarts. I was still using bought ingredients, such as the custard and the tart bases, but somehow it was going to be much cooler. Well they were nice, but even just one test run of the ``recipe'' would have ironed out most of the problems. I would have cooked the tart bases until they were still soft, not crisp. I would have made the custard or bought it in a tub instead of buying pouring custard, which was too runny. But then who cares? They tasted nice and looked good, and we had fun.
Yet in all my culinary ineptitude, I found myself casting a slightly superior eye over my friend's cooking. Frozen roast potato mix? Why not just cut up potatoes? (Because they don't cook as quickly, silly.) Why buy sachet sauces? Why not just knock one up on the stove? Because she didn't know how. And that's just it. We don't know how to cook yet. But we will eventually. And until then, Continental, McCain's and Mrs Crocker are going to help us fake it really well.
Hm, that last sentence sounded like a great end to an editorial. I'll have to punch this around a bit and see if I can get it editorial sized.
Recipe: editorial.
Method: Take about 70cms of aimless warbling, simmer in the back of mind overnight to reduce. Stir, adding well-crafted sentences, until smooth. Shape into a 20cm block. Add byline, proofread and serve.