On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, six geese a-laying…
Geese a-laying, apple cinnamon muffins…potato, potahto.
Oh what, like you have a picture of half a dozen pregnant geese lying around?
I thought not.
Day 6: June
Well, June was…unique. I quit my first “job” (well, unpaid internship from hell, but “job” for all intents & purposes). My near-annual descent into madness began. And I was living in Atlanta with my aunt, uncle, and 3 crazy but adorable boxers.
Food – well, eating was not exactly very interesting. But I was doing a fair amount of single-gal cooking.
Actually, cooking for one became my favorite activity. At the time, it felt like the only thing I could have any semblance of control over in my life. I went to the local farmers market, and I experimented with different spice combinations. I pretty much have a degree in lentil cooking from that odd month. Cooking was one thing I could count on; even when a dish didn’t go in the “make again” pile, it was still a small kind of victory, and afforded me the excitement and anticipation of trying new foods.
When people hear about my interest in food, the first thing they say is, “oh, you must be a great cook!” I firmly deny it – I’m a baker if I’m anything – but perhaps I’m more of a cook than I thought. What is cooking if not looking forward to a meal you designed and prepared all by yourself, anyway?
And let me tell you, that tofu & swiss chard curry was one damn delicious dinner.
