Barefoot and in the Kitchen

I love to cook. I'm not the best cook in the world, but I can make a decent meal. And by cooking I'm talking about actually preparing a home-cooked meal with a personal touch, not just following a recipe.



Coincidentally, my man loves to cook too. And he's not half bad either! He hates following recipes - he's very "stick it to the man" - and he loves experimenting with things. He doesn't have a passion for eating like I do, but he likes to prepare things and watch me eat. I love it!

So we've gotten into the habit lately of preparing meals for each other. It's one of the best ways to show someone how much you love them, honestly. It's a wonderful creative outlet, it's fun, and it feels great to do something for someone else! I love watching him take that first bite. Or sneak out into the kitchen to peek at my surprise dinner for him because it smells too damn good to stay away.

And when the meal is really, truly fabulous....you might even get an offer to do the dishes! I love doing dishes so I don't mind doing them when he cooks, and I usually wash them when I cook. But the point isn't the dishes. The point is, I made him so happy that he wants to do something nice for me. On top of a great meal, the returning of the fuzzy feeling tops off a great night. Plus, a late-night dessert (we're not talking about warm cookies or a scoop of ice cream) will usually follow! ;)

Midnight Munchies

It's nearing 1AM and I'm not tired yet. In fact, I'm starving!! Maybe not malnourished-die-of-starvation-hungry, but I could eat.

I'm a chronic snacker. My grandma calls me a grazer; this reminds be of a cow, but I suppose it's better than being a pig!

Whenever it's nearing what normal people consider "bed time," I always get hungry. I'm not sure if it's my body procrastinating getting in to bed and attempting for hours to fall asleep, or if my metabolism is speeding up, or what. But it makes me crazy!

When I snack before I bed I tend to munch on more than I should/need. But if I don't eat, that's all I'll think about while I try to sleep. I suppose, in a twisted sort of way, it's a good thing. Concentrating on my stomach takes my mind off of bigger problems.

However, I think tonight is one of those nights that calls for some blueberries and a sleeping pill. I need to be ready to face a looooong day of studying and writing tomorrow!