Been watching Gordon Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares, and it’s gotten me to thinking that I do love cooking, but am only about as competant at it as an idiot wandering around in a drunken haze. I’d like to devote more time to it, but with the weekends the only time that I could reasonably devote to making a real *meal*, the opportunities to explore this hobby are somewhat limited. I think that one of the things I need to do is actually get the mini-fridge I inherited from the Fox Group down to my cube at EA, so that I can actually buy ingredients during lunch, store them in the fridge, and cook straight away at night.

One of the problems is that we normally get home about 8pm, at which point if you have to even make a quick run to the grocery store, you’re at 8:30 – if you’ve gotta go full-blown shopping, you’re at 8:45-9, at which point, by the time you’re done cooking even a quick meal, and cleaning, you’re at 10pm, if not later. Then, that’s your evening.

If I could get the ingredients during lunch at the grocery store across the street, we could actually start cooking immediately (whichever of us isn’t walking the dog), and conceivably have a delicious, home-cooked meal on the table by 8:30-8:45, if not sooner, depending on how absurd you’ve chosen to be. Each night would be not only a healthier, home-cooked meal, but *practice*, and education, as well as entertaining.

I think I’m gonna do it. Unfortunately, we’ve got stuff to get out of that fridge, and though tomorrow’s trash day, no room in the trash (due to building crap) to put it. Hm. Then, we’ve gotta defrost the sucker. Double Hm. Still, I can either sit here and make up crap excuses, or get off my ass and do it.

I guess I’ll do it, then.