So it is 2010, Disclaimer and a Terrifying Look Inside my Mind

It is 2010 and I need a project. I'd love to write about the exciting work that I do encouraging young minds but it is secret and if I told you the ins, outs and what-have-yous of my job, I'd be looking for another one. Plus, who wants to talk about work after work, no thanks. A few years ago another lady named Julie wrote a blog about Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and we all know what happened with that. A colleague of mine has her own website with fabulous recipes and food chat with fans all over the country and I want to play too! Check out my friend's website at http://www.thefreshdish.com/.  I know here are a million great blogs out there and I don't expect mine to be one of them, I just need a project and I have an idea. Here goes:

For Christmas this year, I received the Silver Spoon cookbook as a very generous gift from my future husband's Aunt and Godmother. She also gave me a nifty little baking rack. I really needed one of those. I was pleased, happy to receive a generous present. I went home giddy with the potential energy of gourmet meals in my first non Rachel Ray cookbook. My fiance is always telling me what a great cook I am, I love to cook and play around with the websites available to us cooks that wax poetic with chicken breast for the second time in a work week. I grew up cooking delicious homemade meals with my dad, the best cook I know. I thought I was more than ready to transition to the Silver Spoon. Oh how wrong I was. . .

One afternoon of my winter break, I decided to luxuriate in my grown up type person's actual cookbook and whip something up for dinner. As I opened the massive tome that is Silver Spoon I began to realize that 1. I  am not a very good cook, 2. nor am I a very informed person of Italian decent and 3. the most surprising, I can have cookbook induced panic attacks! I didn't recognize any recipes, all of the pasta is supposed to be made from scratch, and there is a substantial chapter on sweetbreads. I whined to my fiance about never being able to cook anything from my brand new fancy grown up cookbook, and he said, "course you can." He is a man of few words when I write about him, and a keeper to boot. We ate takeout that night, and I went back to the drawing board.

Onward!