I'm not liking anything I'm cooking these days. We had friends over last weekend, and they oohed and aahed over the food, but after they left, I was bored of it. I'm still fine with the cheeses and the spinach dip, but the roast pork, I wish I had given more away.
I'm craving what I'm not getting. A friend of mine told me about a chinese banquet she attended: cold plate, abalone, lots and lots of seafood, fried rice with two types of sauces. Made my mouth water just to hear about it. I guess it's cuz I don't make much ethnic foods; hubby's a white guy through and through, so I'd rather make something he'll eat than have him pick his way through dinner because I've made something I like.
I'm looking forward to visiting my sister and getting some good food. I've started a course again, so hubby said he'll cook. It's a scarier proposition for me than him. Not that I don't think he can cook, but my kitchen is my refuge, just like the wood workshop is his. I don't go into his sanctuary, but he's quite happy going into mine, and he feels like I'm saying he's inadequate in his culinary skills. It's more the fact that I know what's where in that jumbled mess of mine, which drives him crazy, because he can't find things. Course, being a typical male, he won't look past what's right in front of him, which is half the battle.
Like I said, I'm looking forward to time spent with my sister, where I don't have to cook. Not that I mind cooking, it's more the battles in the kitchen with hubby that I find wearing.