what's for dinner...
I suffer from a bizarre form of amnesia called What can I make for dinner tonight? It seems like a simple enough question, right? Especially for someone who allegedly spends a great deal of time thinking about what to eat next. But there are days when I simply have no answer. It’s a dark day when thoughts of dessert get between me and a grocery list. A grocery list, dude. I know, right? I stumble about my kitchen, flinging cupboard doors open and shut, to no avail. Peer into the fridge like it's an alien spaceship, nothing. I see cans of tomatoes and dried lentils in the pantry, no inspiration. The grocery store? Again. Nothing. In case you haven’t noticed, that place is huge and everything looks so good. (Whole Foods, you know what you're doing.) I know how to shop for groceries. It’s not that hard. But there are days...I have no idea what I’m looking for. It’s as if my brain is wired to "bake" and dinner it seems has been replaced by visions of banana cake slathered in cream cheese icing and brownie puddle tart. I can rattle off the ingredients for chocolate decadence cake in my sleep [12 ounces semisweet chocolate chips, 4 (1 ounce) squares unsweetened chocolate, 1 1/2 cups butter, melted, 1 3/4 cups white sugar, 1/2 cup water, 7 eggs, 2 cups whipped cream] but dinner?
pfffff! At this point, the little thingies in my head who run my sugar obsession are cracking beers, putting their feet up and taking bets [double or nothing we have brownies for dinner, again]. Yes I know you may not believe me, but I'm trying hard to repave the pathways of my old routines.
So I grip the handle of the grocery cart confident it will get me from A to B, slowly rolling through my old haunts
Naturally, after soup, there's dessert, as alluded to earlier in this post, banana cake with cream cheese frosting. Not just any banana cake with cream cheese frosting, but Ina's from her brand new cook book, how easy is that? , and, and how can Ina be wrong?
this darling fluffette of a cake, so moist, not cloyingly sweet, and almost achingly satisfying. I swear when this cake is in the house it is all you can think about.