I don’t follow recipes well. To be honest, I can’t stand recipes. I want to be able to walk in the kitchen and throw something together with whatever we have on hand. Michele is so much better about planning meals than I am. For me, cooking is an act of creation. Cooking to a recipe is like paint by numbers.
Unfortunately, cooking to a recipe is really more like taking a good painting class. You have to learn how to combine color if you want to turn out well crafted paintings. Still, I insist on handicapping myself by cooking without guidelines. Sometimes, it works. Sometimes, it bombs. Most of the time, it is OK.
Tonights meal, rotisserie rabbit with fig balsamic glaze and dark chocolate fettuccine. There is this riot of taste in my head. If I ever learn to make it real, I may have to start a restaurant.
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