On this lazy unemployed Monday, the day after Mother’s Day, which was a bike ride and Mexican food and homemade Paloma’s, I have slept in and I am already sore. I am also still full from yesterday and I’m thinking about food. Ha!
The thing is about living alone is that I eat, you know what the normal person thinks they eat: breakfast lunch and dinner. I cook about once a day or so. So what do I eat? Well, first of all it is not a case of Secret Single Behavior. There is no grape jelly in my fridge or saltines in my cupboard, but as I write this I wonder if it’s actually good and imagining what it tastes like. I do just happen to eat things that another person might not understand: spoonfuls of peanut butter and marshmallow fluff, pancake cakes – this is a great thing by the way, shakes both healthy and ridiculous, lots of sweetened condensed milk in coffee and tea and by the spoonful, popcorn, chocolate Malt-O-Meal made with evaporated milk. My current obsession is a homemade egg McMuffin, something I never even craved before isolation.
And after checking in on the job posts…I’m back. It’s a dreary day with only a little blue showing through the trees. Have to remind myself that the best things to do here are write, read and eat. Contemplating all three of these as the clock ticks loudly I wonder what I could do productively.
This is my List:
What to cook from Laurel’s book?
I will keep you posted.
Welcome to my little corner of the world in the trees.
I’ve chosen to review a vintage vegetarian cookbook that stands the test of time: The New Laurel’s Kitchen
This could be called, Solitude Cooking for One in an A-Frame kitchen. But I wanted to go deeper than that. There is a cookbook I have loved for many years called, The New Laurel’s Kitchen by Laurel Robertson, Carol Flinders, and Brian Ruppenthal. It is a treasure filled book of not just recipes but a philosophy of how to live simply by cooking by hand with whole food ingredients and time.
I first remember seeing this book in my aunt and uncle’s apartment on 5th street in Santa Monica. It was the small paperback version that sat on a shelf in the kitchen. They were the cool vegetarians of the family. Oh, the simple life of the old mall, umbrella strollers and spaghetti marks on the cupboard doors.
I actually read the book cover to cover while I was the owner of a snack bar. It changed the way I viewed the kitchen and food and life. It was a copy from the library so I took notes on scrap pieces of paper that I still have. It was not the recipes that grabbed my attention; it was the cooking and the kitchen and the simplicity in which the cooking took place. Although, I am only a recent vegetarian, I have always believed we do not need to eat meat every day. And, my grandmother always bought Morningstar Farms sausages. I have bookshelves of cookbooks but I always come back to this one. I have a diploma from a prestigious cooking school, and still I come back to this one cookbook. Why? Because life starts in the kitchen.
I have decided to go through the cookbook and review the recipes and discuss why cooking and the kitchen are so important.
There are a thousand things we can do to encourage and support each other. Taken one by one, they all seem so small. But look again – see how they fit together. Imagine what could come of it. – Carol Flinders