Friends, my Kitchen Muse has vacated the premises. Without warning she packed her knives, wiped down her skillets, and sailed out the front door, trailing confectioners’ sugar and a few grains of salt. Perhaps she was offended by Scott’s preference for American cheese over Havarti? Perhaps it had something to do with the juice I spilled in the refrigerator and didn’t mop up? I’m not sure. All I know is she’s gone and I’ve lost the will to cook.
No disrespect to good Tex-Mex cuisine, but dinner around here has degenerated into a can of beans, a box of Spanish rice, and a look on my face that says why yes, we *are* shoving stuff into tortillas again tonight.
I’ve gone through food ruts before. In the summer of 2010 I ate so much sushi I could have grown a dorsal fin. In 2005 I lived on boursin and angel hair pasta. And once–not so long ago–I had a serious fling with canned green beans and mustard. (This is where I turn in the password to this website like a corrupt cop handing over his badge, right?)
I passed through those phases eventually, just like I passed through a period of adolescence when I wore hoop earrings the size of onion rings. I expect The Great Tortilla Caper of 2013 will be no different; it too shall pass. In the meantime, hit me up with some of your favorite meals, will you? A favorite from your recipe binder or website. Something to keep us from succumbing to scurvy or quesadilla-induced boredom over here. Something to lure the Kitchen Muse back.