In between major work events, I truly enjoy cooking for Dave, although those times are so few and far between, he probably doesn't believe it In fact, when we moved from our house in Florida (which we had built and lived in for ten years), he told the real estate agent selling our home to advertise the kitchen as "unused". Ha-ha.
I was trying out two new recipes today, one for dinner and one for dessert, both which called for "zest", the dinner one needing zest from an orange; the dessert needing zest from a lemon (both recipes, I stole from people on facebook, by the way.
The orange went great and my chicken is marinating nicely in it right now. The lemon zest? Not so great.
Did you know that when you are zesting a lemon, it is possible, and even quite probable, to zest your finger as well?
And about the time you realize you have zested your finger, the realization that the original zesting was with a very sourLEMON hits you, as well.
I communicated quite effectively, I think. Too bad Rudy, our youngest Lab, is very tender-hearted and thinks any loud noises are in response to her doing something wrong. Okay, I may have let out a little shriek as the lemon zest and juice met with my open wound from said "finger zest".
Poor Rudy----she tucked her tail (not exactly sure what she thinks that is going to help) and her ears pinned down to her head. So, not only do I have to calm my own self, I have to calm her fears as well. "It's okay, baby, Mama is fine. Nothing a little more screaming won't cure", I cooed, as I secretly thought to myself, "See, this is why I don't cook".
Just for today, perhaps we can all share our zest for life.