Today is a cooking day!
Cooking calms and energizes me, all at the same time. It’s like that perfect massage—you’re relaxed but ready to greet whatever comes your way.
Life has been uber stressful for me lately. Work is booming. There’s no other word for it. In addition to my usual client-related work, I was volun-told to start working on a lot of other projects. I’m excited about the new opportunities, and given the current economy, I’m well aware I have absolutely nothing to bitch about, but everything starting at once makes my head buzz a little. When work overwhelms me, all I want to do is come home and sleep…which tends to take up the time I’d usually reserve for cooking and blogging. Add that to a couple bad dates, overly barfy cats, and just overall exhaustion, well, that’s a lot of sleeping.
I think I’m back on my game today.
Chef Matt sent me another, more involved recipe to test out for his upcoming cookbook. I thought this was a perfect opportunity to invite my friend Missy (same Missy from Oscar Night shrimp and grits) for a high quality lunch.
Not gonna lie, I was pretty intimidated when I saw the recipe Chef Matt had laid out for
me. Italian pork involtini is a pork cultlet pounded then, rolled up with beautiful happiness, and cooked to utopian doneness. I wasn’t so much scared of the skill involved. I’m pretty confident (sometimes too confident!) and would attempt anything at least once. It was the space!!
I don’t need to over state the fact that I have like, 2 feet of counter space. The recipe wasn’t complicated, but it involved a lot of ingredients—first I had to make a peperonata (basically sautéed bell peppers with some other stuff). Then I had to find a place for that to hang out while I pounded out the cutlets. Those had to go somewhere else while I prepped the other ingredients to be rolled.
Today’s lesson: a well-cleaned sink is an excellent place for prepped ingredients to hang out before everything gets mixed together.
The meal turned out wonderfully! Foodie Cat was incredibly jealous that we got involini and she didn’t. (Even small scraps of prosciutto didn’t placate the little beggar. FC sat on my feet the whole meal, hoping I’d either drop or throw down a morsel for her. Nothin’ doin’, kitty.) Beautiful strawberries with mascapone cheese for dessert? Bliss.
And now I need to go clean the kitchen.