At the end of last summer, I made spaghetti sauce in a **wok **on my charcoal grill. I made a “volcano” out of the coals, and put the wok in it. It was one of my highlights from all of last year, and I don’t just mean cooking-wise.
“there is just hubby and me” does not lead logically to “I don’t like to cook.”
I’m not trying to single you out, but I’m just saying: people who don’t cook, just don’t cook.
If it’s just “hubby and me”, that’s their excuse. If they have kids, they’re too busy to cook. You either consider preparing your own food a priority, or you don’t.
There’s just wife and me at home, and we cook pretty much every single night. We spend time together in the kitchen, drinking wine, preparing food, canoodling, and we’ve done it that way for years.
Yes, I, too, love food. I like planning my meals. I like shopping for food. I like cooking. I like reading about food. I like dining out. I like inventing new things.
Last night, we had fajitas with chicken and onions in achiote paste with home-made guac.
While the chicken was cooking, I seared a pork tenderloin, and tonight, I will finish “twice cooked pork tenderloin” with a apple pan sauce-- a recipe I just saw on NYTimes video on their web site. I’ve never had it before, and that’s got me excited all day.
After work, I’m riding my bike, and then I pop in a CD, and it’s into the kitchen for cooking (and canoodling) for an hour.