Slow food
Flavour takes time. Ask my co-cook. We’re six weeks past the holidays, and the slow cooker is starting to play a regular role in diet around here. Not that we lack time, but we often arrive home just before the “proper” meal time. Now that a meal can be set up and left to simmer for the day, we’re back to full plates of food. That’s good. So’s the food.
Seriously, I can see how a family can fall into a fast food rut in a hurry. Excuse the pun. The local [fill in the blank] takeout is just down the road, and when we’re all running on compressed time schedules, the though of something ready in fifteen has value. As does the food; the budget goes out the window when you pay someone else to cook.
And now we’re into evening time. I won’t be going out, so it’s either a good book or a good movie. Or a combo package. This afternoon, we watched The Cider House Rules, wherein a good book is morphed into a good movie, despite the distraction of pretty Hollywood faces where a strong character analysis had sufficed on paper. In this case, John Irving had prepared both the book and the screenplay, so the apple… no, I can’t do it. Too easy.
Got an IM this morning, asking what I was up to. Too early for answering with content. After all, I hadn’t even stared at the bottom of my coffee mug yet. Or read the paper. Call back later in the afternoon, please.
