I love cooking. Really. I do. The problem is that I'm not very good at it and I hate the cleanup. But I've decided to cook more often.
Tonight we have a double adventure taking place in the kitchen: spaghetti and meatballs while cooking meatloaf. Nanny was kind enough to stock me up on the staples of the meals, so I thought I'd test my skills.
As a child, I remember my mom's spaghetti sauce: it'd cook all day long on the stove top, tasted like heaven, and was way better than anything at as store. While I'm sure the majority of it came from a jar, the love that bubbled through the red sauce reminds me of home. I've attempted to duplicate the recipe countless times. Fail, each time. Nothing will ever be like moms. The meatballs are baking in the oven. I loaded them with mushrooms, cheese, garlic, and breadcrumbs. On the stove is the red sauce with mushrooms, olives, more garlic, and special seasoning.
Also baking away in the oven is a meatloaf. It too has mushrooms, parsley, and love. I think the ketchup/brown sugar mixture may be a touch too sweet.
With two hearty meals underway, I'm trying to figure out which to eat for dinner and which to freeze. I love meatloaf. But not sure I want to put the effort into supporting sides. I'll go with the spaghetti.
Cooking is an adventure that brings out a new creativity. More often than not, my creations fall short when it comes to taste. I rarely cook for others - unless you count my artichoke dip or chocolate bark. I'm far too insecure and in need of approval for others to test my creations. But maybe, just maybe if I put in the labor before hand, I can find someone to clean up. That would be marvelous! It does smell so good in the house. Yum!