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October 4, 2005
Maybe She's Just Looking For Someone To Cook For
There's this pop song that goes, "Maybe she's just looking for someone to dance with." I can assure you that I am not now, nor have I ever been, looking for someone to dance with. I am not much for the flailing that passes for dancing in most clubs, and I am certainly horrified by the everything on a scale from slight swaying to outright hokey-pokeying or electric sliding that calls itself dance at most weddings I have been to. But I have spent most of my adult life in pursuit of a willing victim for my culinary experiments. And now I have one.
It's wonderful for my mental health to be able to exercise my creativity while providing nourishment for someone I love. I can see how if you didn't like to cook, making dinner every night might not be relaxing, but for me it's not unlike soaking in a hot tub with a nice glass of wine. Less chance of drowning, less overhead expense. Not quite as wet. But almost as relaxing. And no need for special attire!
Being able to cook dinner for my Orange Angel almost every night has been one of my favorite things about cohabitation. And he's so grateful! For one thing, he's really, really hungry. For another, no one else would cook for him to his specific macronutrient ratio and calorie requirements. I, on the other hand, become compulsively absorbed in the quest for 30:40:30 on my DWIDP. Left to my own devices, I'd probably play DWIDP all day, like those sick Tetris addicts of the 1990's.
I have already DWIDP'd our dinner for tonight: a creamy (yogurt) mushroom soup with an entire bag of Trader Joe's Harvest Hodgepodge, plus the apple hazelnut dessert, plus MR's 3 ounce glass of pinot noir. 625 calories, 30:40:30 exact. Yippie! I also find it entertaining to figure out how quickly I can get dinner on the table... with my schedule, efficiency is an art form. MR offers to help of course, and frequently ends up adding the oil to his dish, measuring his wine or doing the math on a complex calculation that I need a science boy (or at least a man with a calculator) to help me with. But if truth be told, I enjoy my time alone in the kitchen, cooking away, meowing at the cat, and listening to Gwen Stefani on continuous repeat or NPR. I've never much enjoyed cooking with other people, and I'd prefer to have everything beautifully set on the table before my victim (I mean guest) appears. So I shew MR upstairs to work or hide until I am ready for him. I am really into presentation. I also like to do almost all the cooking dishes before the meal and have the kitchen cleaned, so there's very little in the way of clean-up to do after dinner, when I'd usually rather be doing something else.
Tomorrow morning it's back to the Denny's, and the battle of the eggbeater omlette. I finally found the Denny's nutrition info that confirms that the veggie omlette ALONE has 332 calories... glad I haven't been ordering the bagel, which adds in another 274! The menu is totally misleading on the topic. Check out the real nutrition info here. (Click on "Fit Fare" and look for Veggie Eggbeaters Omlette.) Luckily I have enough staff that I should be able to leave the night time shift changes to the younger folks and go home to my Orange. I still end up making work calls while stirring the pots, but at least I get to eat dinner at home.
Maybe she's just looking for someone to cook for...
Posted by april at October 4, 2005 9:16 AM
Comments
I can see you in a CR restaurant as the master chef. Or perhaps we should build a CR commune and you can manage the food! I will do all your flailing (a.k.a. dancing) for you. I will even do the dishes - or the food analysis.
Posted by: Little MR at October 4, 2005 5:50 PM
I hope MR realizes what an incredibly lucky man he is! JD :-)
Posted by: Judith at October 5, 2005 7:46 PM
April,
I don't understand why someone, Zeynep in this instance, who doesn't know you at all, would make such mindless negative comments.
Just a couple of retorts: Your parents have loved you every moment of your life. I am so proud of you, of all you have accomplished, of all that you do for others in your work and in your life, for the brilliance of your mind, for the dedication of your conscience, and for the love and care that flows through you to so many people. I'm glad that you look great and are super healthy. I love reading the blog. It's not every parent who knows everything his kid eats everyday. And to some of the previous negative commentors, I can assure you that April is not aneorexic.
Love,
Dad (a.k.a. J. Christian Wilson)
Posted by: chris wilson at October 10, 2005 1:02 PM