Showing posts with label immaculate convection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label immaculate convection. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The First Supper


And so it begins with this:
Me. Cooking.


I obtained some "easy to do" recipes from a friend in an effort to help me get on the cooking-dinner-for-myself bandwagon. I tried one out last week (successfully, thank you very much), and decided to make it again last night. Overly-pleased with myself (not only was it good, it was not yet a full week since I did it the first time and here I was cooking...again!), I snapped a photo of it while it was still in the oven so that I could share the experience with some of my very supportive friends.

Well, once I downloaded the photo and had a look at it I immediately noticed that the inside of my oven, purchased well over a year ago for a kitchen renovation that was intended to have me cooking up a storm, was SPOTLESS! (I have to say it made me smile when it occurred to me that I had an immaculate convection.) Some people have spotless ovens because they clean them, but with me it's only due to a lack of use.

Don't get me wrong - I've heated up a few pizzas, baked several batches of cookies and made a few loaves of my prize-winning banana bread, but nothing like I had intended when I renovated my kitchen and bought this oven. I had great visions of the things that I would do, that I *still* have yet to do. Seems I envision myself doing a lot of things, and certainly not just cooking. There's painting, drawing, reading, blogging, exercising (you should just see the great vision I had for my slender self last year! If only I'd followed through...). Nothing newsworthy really, just some things that I think would be worth doing. For me.

So, as the sun sets on yet another day, I have begun my very first blog. I'm calling this "My Immaculate Convection" not just for the cooking aspect, but for everything I have not yet done in my life. What good are unused ovens, pristine paintbrushes, unwritten stories, pure white runners and uncracked books. Clearly these are not signs of a life well-lived, so I think I'm going to get off my not-yet-slender butt (I said "yet"!) and make some changes.

Now then, I find when I get overly ambitious I scare myself off and wind up in front of the tv unproductively working on my comfy sofa dent, so instead I'm going to take this slowly. One step at a time. One blog at a time. One day at a time.

It's time. :)