This weekend is all about hibernating and recharging. The last few weeks have been a bit ridiculous, and I am very very tired. Very. So many things in my life have been neglected lately, and one of these is my blog; I need to give it some TLC this weekend. With November coming, I have been thinking long and hard about doing National Blog Posting Month again. Even though it has one of the worst acronyms around, NaBloPoMo is a great way to reconnect with blogging and other bloggers. I loved doing it last year even though it was at times just one more thing that I had to add to my day. I am still mulling it over.
Another thing that I have neglected lately is my commitment to doing more cooking. Although I had one spectacular week a little while ago where I made both manicotti and apple cake (which both kids liked!), after that my cooking has either been either non-existent or mediocre, at best.
|Made from apples we picked ourselves. It doesn’t get more wholesome than this.|
In the mediocre department, I made a salad for my book club last week. I had been itching to try this quinoa salad that Andrea posted a while ago. I stopped on my way home to pick up the ingredients at our local fresh food store. One of the things that I needed was cilantro, and if you are like me, you know that cilantro can be hard to distinguish from all of the other fresh herbs, especially if you are culinarily-challenged as I am. Seeing what I thought was cilantro, I picked off a leaf and rolled it between my fingers and gave it a sniff to be sure. Yup, cilantro. At home, I got the quinoa cooking, then started chopping my veggies. Everything was looking fresh and colourful. When I started to chop the cilantro, I knew right away that something was wrong. Parsley.
Since I was in the middle of making my salad and Tony was in the middle of making dinner for himself and the girls, we decided that it was the perfect opportunity to send 9-year-old N and 7-year-old B out on their very first errand. They beamed when we asked if they would walk down to the end of the street. We armed them with a cell phone and a Post-It with Cilantro written on it. I told the girls they would need to ask for help at the store, because buying cilantro isn’t easy, you know. They set off excitedly and we tracked their movement using Google Latitude. Yes, technology is wonderful.
The girls came back before too long, beaming, and I took the cilantro from them, snapped off a leaf, and guess what? Parsley.
Time was running out and it was getting dark. Tony dashed out to my rescue, coming back with…cilantro! But not only cilantro, he also came back to tell me that the young and apologetic woman at the store had raved about our girls. She told Tony they had been polite, sweet, and downright adorable in their quest for cilantro. Proud Mama here.
I finished making my salad with just a few minutes left before my ride was to pick me up for book club. I gave it a stir and then I tried it. Even though this salad has every ingredient in it that I love, it tasted only mediocre. What? How could I have gone wrong with quinoa, lime, cumin, avocado, tomato, red onion and cilantro? I know that it wasn’t the fault of the recipe, and now I am starting to think that I am just not meant to spend time in the kitchen. I do know that for my next book club meeting I am going back to bringing my usual store bought appetizert and a bottle of wine.
Those are things I am good at.