In 2006 we ate pasta with pesto, a lot. Really a lot. So much so that it occurred to us that when Baby A started eating solids, she may be at risk of developing scurvy. In an attempt to break out of our too tired to cook/ think about cooking/ shop for ingredients to cook with rut, we decided to start using recipes again.
About a week ago, L and I were saying that we should follow a cookery book from start to finish, thus ensuring that we would not be eating the same thing day after day. Then somehow that discussion led to joking that we should get the Rachael Ray book, “365: No Repeats A Year of Deliciously Different Dinners“, and actually follow it, from beginning to end. Starting on January 1st and ending on December 31st, 2007; and so, here we are. The rationale being that you have to eat, and who doesn’t like a challenge?
The problem being that instead of being excited to start tomorrow, I am filled with an increasing sense of dread. Last night I peeked into the book and, what do you know, the first recipe is for a scrambled egg sandwich. Just to clarify, I don’t like eggs and L is actually allergic to them. Fortunately Baby A is quite happy with them, so she’ll be having the Scramblewich, probably all to herself. Also, a flip through the pages reveals that recipes 4, 5, 6 and 7 are all variations of Mac-n-Cheddar. It’s probably good to get a year’s worth of macaroni cheese out of the way at the beginning of the year, right?
So tomorrow is a new day, a new beginning, a new dedication to a new food adventure. So tonight we will go forth and drown ourselves in whatever we feel like eating, all night long. Pasta pesto, anyone?