I still am not cooking dinner myself these days, so here’s something I made out in Tofino that I didn’t get around to telling you about. It looks simple, and it is – it’s one of those one-pan comfort foods (on account of the potatoes) I could eat over and over, especially with new potatoes and fresh peas from the market. Come to think of it, I need to try this with sweet potatoes.
I’m in Saskatoon tonight, and was in Winnipeg last night, so I haven’t been doing much cooking – in my own kitchen, anyway. (I was on BT Winnipeg this morning, and I’m doing some taping for CTV Saskatoon tomorrow.) I’m beginning to miss my kitchen. (While appreciating fully that it’s some peoples’ dream to never have to cook dinner themselves ever again. On that note, how did cooking and cleaning get lumped together? As if the Cleaning Network would ever happen. Or maybe it would. Magazines devoted to cleaning? I suppose Martha delves into the subject.)
Now that I wouldn’t miss doing. Not that I do much of it anyway. I minimized W’s birthday party menu not only because I was only going to be home for a day and a half, but because the level of disgusting our house has risen to was far more pressing. I think we’ve reached the point where it will be easier to paint than to wash the walls.
Where was I? Right – in Saskatoon. In a charming old hotel with a sign out front that says “WATCH FOR FALLING ICE!”, bathroom tiles like the ones at my Grandma’s house, wide hallways that I hope later tonight I don’t remember remind me of The Shining, and other details that make me wish I had my camera.
No, I didn’t bring my camera. I’m lugging dishes and gear and food from points A to B to C to D (I brought two loaded grocery bags filled with food/frozen meat/glass bowls and a frying pan as part of my carryon baggage today – there is no elegant way to transport all this) and I didn’t want to carry my camera too, nor feel pressured to document everything and then guilt over not getting around to uploading them.
I used my phone when I detoured my rental car to BDI this afternoon, but didn’t manage to document the part where I leaned in to lick the top off my hot fudge sundae and poured sticky fudge-melted ice cream soup all down my front, all over and INSIDE my bag, with nothing but dry napkins to clean it up with and it was 34 degrees with a humidex of 42? ON MY WAY to the airport.