Food seems to be a common topic in my life of late. Perhaps it is because Easter is around the corner. Delightful chocolate eggs and bunnies seem to be everywhere. Or perhaps it is that visitors are arriving soon. I am anticipating evenings out exploring the area and dining on fresh pasta, produce, and shrimp.
Or maybe it is because a group of us now do lunch, every week, in-between one ballet class and rehearsal. We talk and laugh and eat. Can life get better than that?
Thus, a day does not go by without a conversation about food or eating.
Tuesday, a ballet adult brought in homemade, fresh and warm, spring rolls! I thought I had died and gone to heaven. They were amazing. Having never had homemade/fresh spring rolls, I was not prepared for the difference between these and my local Chinese delivery version. (I don't know that I will ever eat another commercially produced spring roll again)
Being that there are just two of us in my house, and that each of us has a different and discerning palate (we are both somewhat on the picky side), I do not cook. I am happy pulling something out of the freezer or throwing together a sandwich knowing that we will both be happy with the result.
But wow... after having those spring rolls, I considered the reality that I might actually be missing something. Perhaps I need to attempt to cook, if only every now and again.
One look at my schedule and energy level and I realized that fresh pasta and homemade spring rolls are probably not a reality in my near future.
I suppose that this is just one more reason why I need a man around... one that can cook that is!