Domestic Goddess I am Not

Anyone who knows me knows I am not the domestic type. Marriage was never really a goal and while I love my nephews  ("Sissy's potatoes" <--- as my friend Rigo once called them) the thought of raising a kid terrifies me. My house is a mess ("creative clutter"), I hate ironing, vacuuming and laundering. And pity the plants I've purchased and then mistakenly killed within a month. 

But suddenly, at age 40, a latent cooking gene surfaced. It all started with Rachael Ray who I spotted on the Food Network. Once I got past her scratchy voice and embarrassing personality I noticed that I enjoyed watching meals come to fruition. Often I would go from her show to my own kitchen and attempt to emulate what she had just made. Soon I started going to the market and various farmers markets with more enthusiasm - an eggplant wasn't just an eggplant, but the beginnings of a parmesean.  Kale, of the gorgeous, green, curly variety, not only enhanced soups, but baked in the oven and lightly salted was tastier than any potato chip.

I began reading food blogs, starting with my friend Lisa's and continuing with others - and others. I found myself thinking about food in ways I never had before and experimenting with textures, flavors and colors. For my birthday I registered for flatware and suddenly I had beautiful dishes on which to serve my newfound culinary favorites. I started hosting small dinner parties - even shopping for the right flowers to accent the table, and the right herbs to decorate the meal.  

Next week I am hosting a dinner for 8, so far the most I've ever cooked for. I'm hoping to entertain a lot this summer, so if we're friends (as opposed to some random person who might have landed on this blog mistakenly) don't hold your breath for a wedding, but do expect a dinner invitation some time in June, July or August. I might even vacuum before you get here.