Now, in keeping with food, I'm in the midst of writing a piece about cooking for City Palate magazine. Yes, me. Laughable I know. I mean, I can make the basics and keep myself alive (good thing since Jason is working out of town this month), and I do have a couple of dishes that I make fairly well, but I am by no means a cook. Not even the lowly deep-frying, burger-slinging kind. I get all nervous and indecisive in the kitchen. And I just don't enjoy cooking. It's so much work! But I do love to eat (in case you didn't pick that up already), and I recognize that cooking my own meals is often less expensive and healthier than eating out.
I also realize that I should be a good mom and at least equip Annabel with some life skills to sustain herself. Given she's only a year old, I have a few years before this will really come into play. I only hope that will be enough time given my cooking track record, or lack thereof. Plus, as I discovered while researching a story for Canadian Living, I want to cook with her because it will teach her a lot more than just how to cook. Anyhoo, have a read while I try to concoct something edible for lunch.
