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Sense and Sensibility

I decided that going grocery shopping was more important than buying a pair of shoes. I'm being sensible. Because, really, it's the right thing to do. 

Having a fridge with nothing inside of it but a sip of orange juice and a two eggs is not sensible. Time is my issue -- I end up spending my free time shopping for shoes and products; when it's time to shop for sustenance, I have to rush into Jewel's, grab orange juice, candy, and a few boxes of Healthy Choice to feel like I haven't totally neglected things. That's groceries for me lately. 

I need good imported olive oil, garlic bulbs, red onions, fresh basil, and firm beefsteak tomatoes. I need pasta in many shapes; broccoli that I can roast with kosher salt and olive oil; I need lemons and avocados and pears. I need cheeses and cream to make casseroles. I need ground beef to make homemade Salisbury steaks. Italian breadcrumbs. I need potatoes to roast or mash. I need to open my fridge and see color.

"A fridge isn't a fridge if there's no green in it." Words from my aunt Emma. Green is the best color inside a fridge. It pops. Herbs are green. Fresh herbs mean you care about food going to the next level. 

It's been menus and phone calls to people who speak poor English; it's been re-heating lamb and dipping it in cold mint jelly, while poring over work brought home. I don't have enough going on in my kitchen. 

I changed that today. 

I've got greens and reds and yellows and even blues. But I'm most proud of the huge bunch of organic baby spinach I bought. I get to make spinach salad the way I like: tender leaves with shredded carrots and cheddar cheese, with black olives and hard boiled eggs on top. 

I've got enough stuff.

I need more me. 

I'm making roasted broccoli, a thick medium-rare ribeye steak, and buttery mashed potatoes...for one.
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