I’m not the world’s best cook, so I’m just going to throw that out there. Sure, I can bake, and my guac-a-molly is world famous (or at the v. least, DC-metro-region famous), but none of those things involve the actual art of cooking. Certainly I’ve been making wild strides in the cooking department lately – I never miss Top Chef (Carla was robbed!) and I’m definitely a foodie (LL said so!) – but a cook I am not.
Last night was different. Last night I was inspired by my thoroughly awful day at work* to go home, have a quick workout (nothing too dramatic, just a couple minutes on the StairMaster to workout my aggression), and cook dinner. So I turned to DC Striving for recipe ideas, and she referred me to a pasta-broccoli-walnuts recipe she had blogged about earlier. Brilliant!
It came from Real Simple magazine so, for all intents and purposes, I was hoping it was… well… real simple. Thankfully, it was! And so delicious. I can only hope this inspires culinary experiments to come.
* It’s suddenly very clear to me why one should NEVER blog about their job… If I were to blog it yesterday, I would surely be fired today.