Blasted Buffet
I love to cook. It's something cathartic for me. When we built our current home, we made certain that the kitchen was an environment that was comfortable and the center of the home. For me, it's the heart of the home. The large island is often crowded around with great conversation, food, and wine. There are always large bowls of fresh fruit and vegetables on the counters, a favorite cookbook on an easel, drawers filled with serving dishes. Often, I spend weekend afternoons making large quantities of homemade food. I love the way the house smells when I cook, and I love being able create large meals that I can use throughout the week to feed my family. At least, that was my vision. That I know now is an illusion. I never expected to be able to serve curried mussels to a seven and eight year old. I knew that there might need to be "adult dinner" some nights so Bob and I could enjoy finer foods. However, my family palate has become a complex puzzle that the