In the comments of my last post, Kris asked if I cook supremely. I'm not sure I cook supremely (you'll have to ask people who have tasted my cooking -- any comments from the peanut gallery?), but I do cook. In fact, every time I cook I realize that I don't cook as often as I'd like to. Why? Well, first of all, my kitchen is on the small side. Not bad for a New York apartment, but certainly not spacious. I like cooking and eating with friends, and although I can just about squeeze in one other person to chop something while I'm at the stove, I can't really cook with someone. In my dream kitchen I'll have a big island where friends can sip wine, nibble, and chop things while I'm doing the same. Now, I just have people sit in chairs near the kitchen so I don't feel left out. Second, it's really not that easy to cook for one. Yes, you can cook a large amount and end up with leftovers for lunch and whatnot, which is a good thing (although I have recently met someone who doesn't eat leftovers. At all. I find this very odd.), but sometimes I just end up with a little too much for one meal, but not quite enough for two. Tonight I made simple steamed mussels with white wine, garlic, and chili flakes -- it would have been a perfect meal for two with a salad. It was too much for just me, and I didn't really think the leftovers would keep in this case, so I threw them out. Such a shame.
Regardless, I really do want to cook more and eat out less -- just one resolution that I'm trying to start a little early. I've also gotten a fantastic coffee mug so that I can bring coffee to work in the morning -- resolution number two. Stay tuned for the next one -- it's a doozy.