Carlene and I have decided that we're done cooking. We both cooked our share of meals in our day: pork chops and vegetables and fried chicken; my three-year stint of macrobiotics; various other trendy cuisine and dietary paths. We shopped for groceries and washed the dishes by hand--until our kids were old enough to wash them for us--or (as I did) practice piano to avoid washing them.
But we don't cook any more: how liberating to say that!
I make smoothies in the Vitamix and she eats cereal. Sometimes we make soup or nachos. But really--five course meals, even three--those are from bygone days.
Adalantes makes the best quesadillas and fried sweet potatoes! (And it's filled with colorful folk art and globes)
You can't beat the enchiladas verdes at Solunas.
Cappy's dishes are consistently excellent. I love their crab cakes and creme brûlée.
Betos, Nordstrom's Bistro, Cracker Barrel and Chipotles: All provide terrific alternatives to cooking in the kitchen. Maybe I'm going to turn my kitchen into a crafts room and start making rag dolls; who knows?
Carlene tells a story about her mother, Mildred, and her grandmother, Cana. When they were young, they used to make a chocolate pie and eat it, just the two of them!
There's a scene in the movie, Sweet Land, in which two farm women do the same. They don't even speak the same language--but they make themselves a pie and they both speak Pie!
What happened to two women eating a whole pie together? With all the gluten-free and sugar-free and other attempts at perfection, where's the good old pie eating that should be staples in any friendship?
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