“It ain’t burnt, Rosemary, it’s blackened.” ― Bunny Mathews
I have been thinking about my relationship with food lately. It’s a love/hate relationship. I love to bake, I hate to cook, and I love to eat. I have been told that I know how to cook, and I have also been told that I have no idea what I’m doing in the kitchen. I’m often made fun of with my cooking.
I know that can bake. I can make a serious Turtle pecan Cheesecake, and my other desserts can knock your socks off. I can read a baking recipe and tell you if it will turn out to be good or not, by looking at the ingredients and how it’s prepared. And now I have a cute apron to wear when I bake!
Cooking is a different story. Despite what some people say, I think I can cook – though some people may argue against my point. Looking back, I can see that when I first got married, I had a rocky road ahead of me. Prior to being married, I didn’t cook a day in my life, and then I was expected to cook gourmet meals – every day. And I was being constantly compared to my mother and mother-in-law. Not fair. Of course I would hate to cook. Who wouldn’t? And recently I realized just how much I dislike it. And it’s a strong dislike. I think I may do just about anything possible to not cook. There have been times when I’ve jokingly asked my daughter if she would like to make dinner, and her response would be “Mommy, I’m too little to cook.” Of course, she’s right, and there was a bit of truth to the question, but one can hope, no?
If I could, I would live off of Nutella sandwiches all day long – for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The fact that I have a dependant, and I care deeply for her nutritional needs prevents me from doing so. So I have no choice but to suck it up and move on.
But like I said, recently it hit me in the face how much I don’t like it, and being spoiled and served this yummy food all the time while on vacation doesn’t help the matter. I’d like to share some of the photos of the DELISH food I had recently:
I had never had French Onion Soup until my trip to Paris. The day I arrived, I had this one, and all the ones I had afterwards (one each day) none could come close to being this yummy. Restaurant La Ville De Abbesses is the place to go.
The same restaurant also served Creme Brule’ in the most interesting way, and this too was to die for.
One thing I found interesting in both Italy and France was the lack of veggies. I love my veggies. Yes, I’m strange, but I can’t help it. I found out later on that the veggies weren’t growing very well due to the very hot temperatures, but the fruit did well. Look at the gorgeous apricots!
Gelato. Creme glacee. Need I say more? Isn’t your mouth-watering yet?
I need a crepe pan. It’s not real cooking, more a dessert. I went to a crepe restaurant in Rennes – La Creperie Saint Georges. All the menu items contained George. I had the George Clooney, and he was delicious. It was a Rapini crepe with goats cheese and tomato, and cucumber sorbet. YUM!
In Rennes, the little Bed and Breakfast I stayed in was wonderful. Symphonie Des Sense was luxurious, and totally spoiled me. How could I possibly go back to making my own breakfast when I was brought this to my room at my arranged wake up time?
So back to making Nutella sandwiches I go. At least when I’m home alone. If only I could bring this back with me. Too bad there wasn’t enough room in my luggage. It would have made my life so much easier.