For the duration of 2007 we decided that one meal a day would be dictated to us by Rachael Ray, specifically from her book, “365: No Repeats A Year of Deliciously Different Dinners“. We started at the beginning of the book and worked through to the end, regardless of our tastes, desires, circumstance, etc. We were as true to the task as we could be, no matter where we were and what we were doing. We had an appointed stand-in guest cook standing by, just in case, but I’m dazzled to say that we did not call upon our guest.
Our own food prejudices, to be largely ignored for the year included an enormous aversion to cilantro/ coriander shared by the adults of the house (Baby A, who knows? We’d certainly never fed it to her at that point), a dislike of eggs for H and an allergy to them for L (Baby A loves her omelettes), and various mild dislikes of broccolli (L) and cauliflower (H). However, we ate whatever Rachael said we should eat.
The last day of 2006…
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?
About Us // From One Year Project
Hello, and welcome to this part of the superhighway. The people you’ll find here are H, L, Little A and Baby N, who live in a city in the Midwest. H is a British lass and L is a bloke from Denmark- Little A is our American daughter, being born here in late 2005. As of October 2007, Baby A became Little A, because daughter number two arrived, and she is Baby N. We moved here for job reasons and stayed because we could.
Anyways, moving on. Why this Blog, “One Year Project”? Well, we are extremely fascinated by the cult of the Food Network and the notion of the celebrity chef. Rachael Ray is particularly fascinating as she seems to inspire incredible feelings of love or loathing. The idea that people can watch elaborate meals being prepared on TV all day, then stick a frozen pizza in the oven is somehow peculiar.
So, Rachael Ray has written a book entitled “365: No Repeats A Year of Deliciously Different Dinners“. In it, she enthusiastically claims that you can have a different meal each night for a year, each taking less than 30 minutes to cook. Well, you have to eat, right? We have decided to follow the book from start to finish. No matter the recipe, no matter whether we want to eat what is in the book, no matter whether it’s a blazing hot summer’s day and Rachael says we should have roast lamb. That’s what we’re going to do.
At least that’s the plan. This site is to hold us accountable. Photos and reports will stop us eating what we want, when we want it.