Rosemary Makes Me Hip
Another day, another whirl of madcap non-gaiety – rapture. Also, how the heck did I manage to spell gaiety right the first time?! Anyways…
I’m guessing that with spring in the air, we’ve got the newest wave of cooking-related blogs launching, or at least, the urge to make such happen. My dear friend Josh, who is the writer for a game of ill repute (good repute, actually, but I was dying to use that turn of phrase), has started a cookery/recipe blog in recent days. My friend Rick continues on with his adventures in learning to cook (or cookery disasters, as it’s known), and one of my best friends is thinking of giving the recipe thing a swipe too.
I wouldn’t be quite so amused, except for the fact that I’ve been thinking of putting up the occasional recipe here as filler material. I’m not the world’s greatest cook, and I’m not interested enough in food to be a regular kitchen innovator, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have favorites to share. For instance, I was talking Mexican with Alicia earlier today (which is when I found out of her interest in recipe blogging), and I got to point her to one of my tried and tested glorious finds – a more-than-passable imitation of El Fenix’s Tortilla Soup. I should point out that what you get at the restaurant doesn’t have chicken, but the inclusion doesn’t mess it up in the slightest.
But, of course, the other half of foodie-dom is e-peening about how organic or natural you are. Of course, that’s why the rosemary makes me hip – we’ve had one growing in our yard since we move here. There’s chilis from last year’s crop in the freezer, and we always have a nice tomato harvest to make into sauces. We’d actually love to have a proper little garden, but that would require either:
A. A greenhouse, or
B. Our soil to not be 80% rocks and 20% clay. Really, it’s a miracle I’ve got roses thriving.
There’s also the fact that I’d need things that could mainly care for themselves – severe hay fever doesn’t help one be outdoors much. *grumble*
Not that I intend to become a foodie – god forbid. But the husband has declared that the cupboard potato is going to get planted for science – that’ll do for now.
And that’ll do for now! 😀
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