I love cooking. There's still something magical about starting with a few simple things and creating something delicious. I have been eating more eggs for breakfast ever since I found this method for the perfect basted egg. My mom taught me to make these eggs by spooning hot oil over the yolks, but this is much easier and there is no messy oil splatter to clean up. These are so easy that I can even make them on a weekday.
I have had a cold for what seems like forever, and most food doesn't sound that good to me unless it's spicy or a hot liquid. I decided to make Chicken Tortilla Soup, which was just like the chicken chili I blogged about earlier but with less chicken and rice. After having both, I decided that I like the heartier chili better. I also made cornbread, using the recipe from the cornmeal container. Baking is the real showstopper, the way a pile of mushy and crumbly ingredients turns into something fluffy and light that way.
It's still my instinct, on a day when I'm tired, to want to go out and have someone do the cooking for me. That's fun too, but cooking is like working out: When I'm thinking about it, it sounds incredibly difficult and strenuous. Once I do it, I relax into it and realize how satisfying it can be.
Speaking of exercise, though, with this cold I haven't really done much besides shovel the walk a few times. I really miss it and hope I'm well enough to get back in the gym by this weekend.