I always begin by lighting the candles……several around the house…..two in the kitchen where I will cook…..two in the adjoining family room….one in the living room and one in the dining room….I soften all of the other lights in the house and, lately, I ask the boys to make a fire. Then I choose my music or some old film that I want as background noise…..lately, “It’s a Wonderful Life”. Then I pour myself a glass of wine and begin gathering my
ingredients……almost like foraging….. with a general feeling of delight about the things I find in my kitchen……even though I’m not surprised about them because, of course, I put them there…….. pork chops and potatoes and apples…….. I obviously come from some long line of earthy people, as I tend to lean toward hearty comfort soups and stews and breads.
Today I was perusing the “Williams Sonoma Taste of France” while lounging on the couch with Robert watching our latest series passion, “Marco Polo”. Instead of finding a recipe that I absolutely had to try, I got completely caught up in his description of country life and general attitudes about food and cooking in France. What struck me most about the photographs were their contrasts…….delicate, buttery croissants paired with strong pungent cheese and sour cherry jam
……..which is how I came to tonight’s play in contrasts for my family’s dinner………pork chops with honey mustard apples, mashed parsley potatoes and herb stuffing with dried cranberries and walnuts………
Robert said the dinner was wonderful………..the twins were tolerant. Little do they know, I am making foodies of them too and, even though my houseful of testosterone looks perplexedly at me as I conduct my nightly cooking rituals and they never know what they are going to get……I sense that they get the same peaceful contentment from them that I do.