Friday, November 21, 2008

Yesterday, G. cooked a snack!

Ok, I know that probably should not have an exclamation at the end of it. It's not as though he never spends any time in the kitchen. He is, in fact, a Master of The Omelette, and if we had one, I'm sure he'd be a Master of The Grill, too.

The truth is that I am usually the one doing most of the cooking because I LOVE to cook (when I don't have time constraints) and not because G. doesn't want to help. I also have more experience with what I have dubbed "Found Object Culinary School," wherein I try to create a meal out of whatever is hanging around in my kitchen. Often, it works out great. Sometimes, well, we just won't talk about those "experiments".

Anyway, yesterday neither of us could decide if we wanted dinner or not. I wasn't quite hungry enough to justify cooking a meal, and G. was still full from a late lunch. Eventually, he decided he would use up the sweet potatoes from last week's CSA and make some sweet potato fries. Well, they weren't really fries, more like discs, but they came out really beautifully.

Crunchy on the outsides and soft in the middle, and that beautiful orange laid out in concentric circles on a platter. Add in a couple of episodes of my guilty pleasure show, Clean House, and we've got a winner! With practice, G. may eventually be dubbed Master of the Sweet Potato as well.


(In other news, dear readers, I have asked for an idiot-proof digital camera for the holidays, so hopefully by the start of 2009 I'll be able to post pictures of all of our cooking adventures.)