Eating well. I must say I have been doing a lot of that lately. The pantry isn't quite as stocked up as I'd like, but we only need three pounds of butter and two dozen eggs. That, and some sunflower seeds for the sparrows and the odd junco. This eating well, to me, means shopping often for fresh food.
That's the good news, the joy in my cooking. My experiments are running towards basics. I'm trying to isolate flavors, but still make them good neighbors on the plate. | What has me stymied is the inability of my body to tolerate bread as I know it. Whodda thunk? I can't even cook with beer, my trustworthy staple. If that's not irony enough for the good Lord, how's this for an extra twist? I hate to bake. |
My loved ones are putting up with an ever greater obsession with food than usual. On the whole, I don't think they mind. They reap the benefits. My latest experiment is going to be Terry's Mother's Stuffing using corn cereal instead of bread crumbs. I am referring to this particular wheat free conundrum as a quest. I want to eat 'regular' food. I will bow only to xanthum or guar gum as a necessary exotic.