Flop.
The other day I bumped into an Apron Anxiety reader who said she liked me more when I was a total catastrophe in the kitchen. Well honey, we’re about to get it on.
Today I spent $50 at Whole Foods on fresh swordfish and a couple things to go along with it like lemon, eggplant and tomatoes. Forgot capers, as always. I wanted to make a light fish dish for lunch — that was the original thought.
Plus I stalked up on peaches, peanut putter, licorice, and sparkling water. It kills me to buy basics at WF, but I tend to go there right after spin class when I’m totally raw, and starting to become STARVING. Starving = illogical. We all know how that goes.
Got home to make the fish…which seems weird on such a beautiful day when I should be working on my thrid marg’ somewhere in like, Red Hook…but I’m back in edit-jail, where fun in a Mason Jar is not conducive to making deadlines.
I cooked the fish with the inspiration of a freckle. Threw all in a pan, the onions, tomatoes, eggplant, garlic and the swordfish, over high heat, for about ten minutes, flipping the fish once or twice. Squeezed the lemon with no grace, sprinkled salt ‘n pepper half-paying attention.
Ended up with a wet, oily, less-than-mediocre meal that grossed me out to look at. It landed in the garbage. I hate wasting food, but the swordfish fucked with my ego!
Why am I the only home-cook who can’t improvise with any success? And how is it that despite all the money I blew, I am eating another brie ‘n pretzel baguette for lunch? Are you all really cooking without recipes or does it just feel that way to me?
Photo By: Lauren Letinsky
