somehow food just got away from me this summer. I was in China then Sacramento and then came back to Portland in time to start a new Job. Somewhere in the middle of this I just stopped cooking. I have been grabbing meals where ever I can: eating terrible frozen entrees at the office, Burgers at the local bar, and tacos from the late night roach coach on the corner .
this week I declared it at an end. I went to farmers market and two grocery stores. I peeled, chopped, piled, roasted and fried. The results were terrible. Rubbery chicken, a terrifying beet concoction and undercooked potatoes. Luckily the Brussels sprouts were delicious.
All this is a reminder.
Cooking is an art and art takes practice, lots of practice.
