What Am I Cooking?: Handy Man

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Handy Man

This is the Hot Man.
Really, the Hot Man.
He attended out birthday celebration yesterday. Actually, Joan gave Jemma, Michelle and I each a hot man.
Apparently we need him.
While it looks like he brought flowers for the birthday girl, which would, I suppose, make him a hot man, he's one of those supportive guys who hangs around the kitchen. Keeps you from burning a surface by lying down and holding a hot pan.
I need the hot man.
He also provides plenty of amusement in my house.
He seems to move all over the place with the help of the my husband.
And, red fits will with my kitchen colors,

So, welcome to my world Hot Man, welcome.

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Well, what are you having for dinner?

Before the pandemic and Staying-Around-the-House became a thing for so many of us, we found ourselves often wondering at 4:00, 5:00 or 6:00 pm, (dare I say 7:00?) what we're for dinner. When it gets too late, we end up ordering something or driving thru someplace and handing someone a wad of cash - sometimes for food we're not enthused over.

Lately I found myself tired of my own ideas. (And, I love to cook.) So we had a sushi night, a Thai night and some other delivery night when the challenge became both real and fun. I want to continue to.be enthused about the joy of the kitchen.

To be excited about dinner, we need inspiration, ideas -- a plan. So, here we are, together, talking about the big question: What are you cooking?

Thoughts?

Henri Nouwen's said:

The table is one of the most intimate places in our lives. It is there that we give ourselves to one another. When we say, "Take some more, let me serve you another plate, let me pour you another glass, don't be shy, enjoy it," we say a lot more than our words express. We invite our friends to become part of our lives. We want them to be nurtured by the same food and drink that nurture us. We desire communion. That is why a refusal to eat and drink what a host offers is so offensive. It feels like a rejection of an invitation to intimacy.

Strange as it may sound, the table is the place where we want to become food for one another. Every breakfast, lunch, or dinner can become a time of growing communion with one another.

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Sunday, January 23, 2011

Handy Man

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