November 17th, 2007


the simple things

I'm visiting the parents. Mom is making fried catfish in a tomato sauce of some sort. She seemed really excited that I was coming home for dinner instead of brunch and rushed to the market this afternoon. I wish she'd let me help out in the kitchen. It's never done right or good enough by her standards so I stay out of the way.

I cooked a *real* dinner last night. Not the simple stuff I've been preparing for the last six months with whatever happened to be in the kitchen. Yes, it's been a really long time since I've prepared a decent meal. I purchased dry, aged beef filet mignons, a nice bottle of Zinfandel, goat and sheep's milk cheeses, field greens, winter squash, and a basket of grapes and strawberries. Quality ingredients make even the simplest of recipes shine. I rubbed the steaks with cracked peppercorns and truffled infused olive oil, threw shallots into a red wine and beef stock reduction sauce, and turned on the broiler. Twenty minutes later, I had one of the most amazing meals that I've ever made. Yum.