This is notable because in the past Philly has not been much of a cooker.
Actually, neither one of us has been much of a cooker. Most of our meals come from the delivery person. Yes, I am embarrassed to admit this. Our other option is homemade Nachos. We are expert at the Nacho dinner.
I was a cooker for a short time when I first arrived in Philadelphia and had lots of free time. Almost every night I cooked. Then I got busy and the cooking just sort of slid off the radar.
However, many people are busy and still find time to be cookers. Because they really like the cooking. Son is like this, a cooker.
I am not sure where he got it from but perhaps it is due to his food allergies. It is so hard for him to eat safely in a restaurant. But at home he can make whatever he wants dairy and nut free.
And so it is yesterday and Philly is cooking the dinner. He has chosen a nice piece of salmon. It looks very beautiful in the pan with all spices on top.
“Wow!” I say. “Look at you go!”
“I know!” he says. And he smiles.
He is also cooking rice. He wanted to make the little red potatoes but we ate them the other day when he cooked chicken.
“This is so great!” I say. Because I love it when food appears.
Not too long and it is time to eat. We set up the table. I find some beets I forgot we had in the fridge. We add them to the array. Also, lemon, for the fish.
Reader, I did not even know I liked salmon. Most of my life I have just avoided fish due to bad childhood memories of eating it.
“So good!” I say.
“Right?” Philly says.
“We should do this more often.” I say. Which really means I hope he cooks more often. Although I am a little inspired to get back into my cooking groove.
When we are done we kick back and have a post dinner chat. It feels good to have a home cooked meal.
Are you a cooker, reader?
What kinds of things do you like to make?
Maybe we can try one of your recipes?
Maybe we can!