Domesticity

[libertango]

One of the stranger, throwback-to-the-Eisenhower-Administration aspects of our household is that Ulrika almost always cooks, while I almost always clean. This leads to me coming in the door at night -- especially after, say, a SQL Server class at 9-mumble PM -- and my mewling in cat-like tones, "Food?"

Last night, Ulrika laughingly retorted, "You could make it yourself." And I shrugged, being caught in the right mood, and went, "OK."

So.

Hal roots around the fridge, fetching the frozen "Seafood Medley" from Trader Joe's (squid, scallops, shrimp). Grab a bottle of olive oil and pour a thin layer onto our cast iron skillet. One onion, chopped. Three scoops of minced garlic. Toss all of same into the skillet to fry. On a separate track, slice up a tomato, leaf out some romaine, add a splash of balsamic vinegar, and top with pre-shredded parmesan for a salad. Steam up some peas in the pod to add into the fish fry.

Presto-change-o.

The peas were a bit too squishy, but otherwise the fish skillet did just fine -- the olive oil combines with water coming off of everything else for a nice stock/sauce. When I originally came up with the idea, I used it to top off pasta, but I'm doing the Atkins thing, so... {shrug}

Sexist as hell to feel accomplished over cooking as trivial as this, but... Well, baby steps, if nothing else.