The cook? Tired, and about to pour a big glass of chardonnay.
And craving...steak. Copeland's Rodeo has been playing in the background. The National Beef Council has trained me well. Now, when hearing a signature piece by one of the premiere American composers, rather than remembering how challenging the piece was to play when our high school orchestra conductor went crazy and made us sight read it, I think of...cooked cow.
Dinner will actually be a grilled cheese sandwich. On the way out of the market after the America's Test Kitchen demo, I picked up some sliced smoked gouda and a loaf of brioche sandwich bread. Bread in my house lives in the freezer, not because it takes me so long to go through it, but rather because if I don't freeze it, I'll eat all of it in a heartbeat. Love bread. So I'll settle in with a glass of wine while the bread thaws a bit.
I'd still like to make a third soup tomorrow. It's pretty easy - Pumpkin Basil. There is a wrinkle, though. I have a couple of cans of pumpkin puree, but a pie pumpkin is currently sitting on the dining room table. The soup is so much better made with fresh pumpkin puree. But after chopping all afternoon like Sweeney Todd getting ready for the dinner rush, I'm not sure I'm up to hacking a pumpkin into pieces to cook it. Come to think of it, I'm out of onions anyway.
|Not my actual mug, though about the same size and|
shape as the latte cup I use.
Once the basement is cleared of cardboard and cleaned up a bit (and I'm making some progress there in spite of myself) the plan is to look for a small freezer. I like to have at least one big hunk o'meat on hand in case of an entertaining urge, plus the soup. Since the english muffins, sandwich thins, bagels and other assorted yeasty goodies also reside in the freezer, things can get a bit tight.
The iPod has moved on to something that doesn't make me want to eat rare fillet, so I think it's safe to go make the grilled cheese...and just maybe sample the soup.