Last night I had a dream of Ina Garten. We were friends. I am not kidding. That was my dream, it was so great.
She had me over for dinner and she seemed a little worn out, and I was a bit defensive for her, like you would be for any girlfriend that is over worked.
I wish I could remember the whole thing, but there was a lot of chopping and stirring and salting to taste. It was so lovely, being there with her in the kitchen. My husband was there too, which made it all the better.
We made pasta for him, I wish I remember how we made it, but you know how dreams are? If I told you the ingredients this morning, I would be lying. I just do not remember.
It is funny how ever since I have allowed myself to cook, really cook, alone in the kitchen with cookbooks and knives, like a grown-up, I have dreamt of just that. Cooking.
When I dream of cooking, I wake up in the best mood. I want to get straight to the kitchen and make something. This morning I slowly stirred oats and sprinkled salt, cinnamon, and brown sugar on them.
As I slowly drizzled a bit of cream over the finished product I realized I needed more.
Not oats, but kitchen quality time. KQT.
So this afternoon I will be making more crackers, Parmesan Cream crackers, adapted from Mark Bittman of The New York Times. They look simple, yet satisfying.
I am also hoping to try my hand at a loaf of bread. Which is annoying, because we have plenty of bread in the freezer. Whole foods is giving it away with purchases of deli meat, which makes my husband so happy.
I am getting hungry just thinking of the crackers, but the bread has to be tried today. I keep putting it off and have a fear of it not turning out, so I am going to try my hand at it, if for nothing else than to prove I can. I think I can, I think I can.
I also want to point out the world's best kitchen, featured on House Beautiful's website and numerous blogs.
I cannot wait to build a home and recreate this masterpiece. If only Ina knew just how much we are alike....ha.
