Tags: Chicken, Roma tomatoes
So I’m thinking….why should organic, antibiotic-free, open range chicken lie on anything less than something fresh and green? Who needs white or wheat pasta when there is the ambience, the fragrance of fresh green cabbage and parsley? You can put your chicken on pasta if you want, but mine, well, I’m looking for more.
So I’m living alone for the first time in my life…and it occurs to me that so much of life is planned, why not live and be more intuitive. More spontaneous. And why not start this spontaneity with cooking and eating?
I mean, how many times have I stood in the light of an open refrigerator door, thinking…if only. If only I had mushrooms. Garlic. A little fresh parsley. Well, then, the world would be my oyster, open to infinite possibilities.
Rachel, move aside. No matter how perky you are, it’s easy to see you have everything you need. And Sandra Lee, with your adorable semi-homemade fare, you’re just spending more time with a shopping list! How do you remember to get all that half-baked stuff? And Martha, Ms. Perfection, if I had all those knives and that kitschy little collection of greenware, well, who knows what I could whip up in the kitchen? So just move aside. At some point, I just have to admit: all of these missing ingredients, they’re just not the cause of my uninventive life. Invention is about creativity. Spontaneity. Chutzpah. Guts. And since there’s still some Southern woman in me, yes, grits.
So I’ve made one modest investment: a braising pan from Williams Sonoma, and I may as well use it. It’s got to be worth more than just your occasional nice piece of fish, in lemon butter and rosemary. Good, yes, but like I always ask myself about life: there’s more, right? And the answer? A resounding yes.
Great, I love resounding yesses. Yes, so let’s raise a nice glass of wine to yes. That’s a good way to start anything in the kitchen. Lovely glasses. Nice wine. A toast to yes. Good way to be ending 2008, beginning 2009.