Since my hubby is home this week, for the 3rd time this month (unprecedented!) I have taken it in hand to cook for us, at least dinner. Since I have a very competent sous chef at work, I'm not really cooking that much there. So I'm trying to rediscover what I liked about cooking in the first place. Or if I can even do it anymore. I did some fried chicken, got the breading a bit too salty. Shrimp Linguine, maybe a little too lemon-y. I was going to try banana bread, but I'm scared of throwing the tilt of the Earth off. I can't be responsible for that.
So I'm trying to retrain my culinary muscles. It's a bit like going back to the gym after illness or injury. First, it's frustrating. You can't do what you used to, or, you can't do it easily. You try to go heavier and you can't even pick up the bar. It's tough to have to go backwards so that you can catch yourself back up. It's hard to remember your former awesomeness and have that awesomeness seem dim and fuzzy and far off on the horizon.
We have to have patience with ourselves. Some things, you can pick back up with no trouble. Other things, well you have to remember how hard you worked to get those skills to begin with. Now you just have to drop back and punt.
And I like my Shrimp Linguine lemon-y.
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