|Doing my homework!|
All this is well and good, but I seem to have lost the ability to navigate the world without a goof-proof plan. Maybe it’s a reaction to the chaos of our times, but I feel much more secure when, for example, I read at least a hundred comments on the fit of my possible online dress purchase before I buy. If Mary S (age 45-59, style sleek and classic) complains that an outfit makes her look “middle aged,” that does it right there (never mind the fact that she—and I—actually ARE middle aged.) As my hundred commenters rarely agree, I haven’t bought a dress in ages.
Same goes for cooking. I love to prepare meals for my family and friends. My stack of food-
splattered cookbooks attests to my intense
interest in the subject. So why am I feeling like a kitchen fraud these days? Blame
my sons, daughters, and daughter-in-law. None of them usually rely on recipes
before they launch into meal prep. They all saunter around the kitchen like Top
Chef finalists, flinging garlic and onions into skillets sizzling with olive
oil, making substitutions to beat the band (no spinach? Collard greens! Chicken
cutlets instead of fish fillets? Why not? I hesitate to adjust printed
instructions by so much as a dash of pepper. Even after 50 years of cooking, I
have little confidence in the outcome of any shortcuts or switches I may make. In
the fish market the other day, they were sold out of rockfish for my intended “blackened
rockfish” entree. PJ was with me, and not only did he suggest red snapper
instead, he came up with his own blackening seasoning mix, and took over the sautéing
and plating (adding his own touches like honey-lemon dressed greens on top of
the fish). Delicious, and truly his creation.
|PJ's delicious entree!|
I’ve decided to go Google-free for the rest of the summer (or at least Google-lite), and get used to winging it once in awhile. Trusting my own judgement and abilities for a change. What’s the worst that can happen? An inedible dinner? An unflattering skirt? Nothing fatal. And maybe, by relying on my instincts, they will gradually improve.
So who cares about Rotten Tomatoes ratings? “Ghostbusters” remake, here I come!