Don’t C.A.G.E. Me In

Mr. Bernie and I have very different ways of cooking. He can just take dirt, water, raisins, spices and whip up something yummy. He doesn't need to think about it. He is like having my own cooking show in my kitchen. On the other hand, I'm like watching a newbie in high school Home Economics class.  I tend to follow the recipe to a T. If it calls for a teaspoon of salt, by God I will use a teaspoon. I'm not good at "eyeballing" and guessing.  I don't deviate from a recipe, at all. To Mr. Bernie, a recipe is a jumping off point. He can always figure out a way to add to a recipe. When I cook, I don't want him behind me adding this and that.  When he tries, I whine, "That wasn't in the recipe. You can't do that." He just rolls his eyes at me. Yesterday morning before work I decided to try a new recipe. I let Mr. Bernie sleep in so he wouldn't try to "help me." Knowing I didn't have a lot of time to be on my own, I rushed. I was a whirling dervish in our kitchen. Racing from the stove … [Read more...]