Tonight I painted my nails.
Those of you who enjoy seeing my food photos should be screaming in agony right about now. Those of you who have lives have probably already clicked away from this page.
And for those of you who are clueless, let me offer a translation: painted nails=moratorium on anything but the simplest cooking. This means no kneading, fine chopping, rubbing, pressing, or any other action that might result in chipped paint horrors. As someone who's always pawning off my food on others, I can't afford to have someone find chipped paint in my cooking. Hence, I never grow out or paint my nails.
This week, I'm giving myself a break because the world is screaming "DON'T COOK!" at me. A few notable examples: a bottle of kombucha built up so much carbon dioxide the glass exploded, I tried making a simple fish and vegetable pasta and it was more shudder worthy than shutter worthy, and I've put off making a lemon tart for five days because I can't seem to get my act together and collect all the ingredients (which include exotics such as lemon, sugar, butter, and cream. I lost about a pound of sugar in aforementioned kombucha disaster). The one thing that has turned out well this week has been a sweet potato, scrubbed clean and baked in aluminum foil. I'm going to stick with cooking at that level for a few days. I even cancelled my produce box for this week, and plan to use the savings to eat for $5 a day in the Tenderloin.
All this whining brings me to my question: I know most cooks have slumps, but do others have weird cooking quirks? I know before a prolonged cooking project I have to scrub down my nails and tie up every last strand of hair. It's a ritual that signifies I'm getting down to business and not just messin' round.
5 comments:
well, i was getting a bit dizzy with reading all these food and restaurant entries. you need a good break. maybe all the cooking is exhausting on your usual touch so your culinary instincts are not as sharp. give us a picture of your pretty nails!
Never. Never! There will be more pictures of food...$5 food from the Tenderloin.
Hahahaha! I TOLD you that science experiment of yours was doomed to fail. Some things just never change... =D
It didn't fail. The glass was weakened from being previously dropped. It was a waste of perfectly find product. The other bottle was great.
It must be something in the water Ms. Chezpei. I set out to make some vegetable stock yesterday...I would not wish the results upon a prisoner.
Then I put some cookies in the oven today, didn't set the timer and burned the hell out of them.
I then pushed too hard on my French Press and exploded it with the cofee all over myself and kitchen...
I too am taking a break...If only Berkeley had 5$ Tenderloin eats...Sigh.
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