The famous have their fan clubs, people who follow their every move anticipating their next song, movie, or interview. I have a few folks who LIKE my Face Book page, subscribe to this blog, share tweets from time to time about the recipes here, but fans? Only one that I really know of—my husband—and he has always been my biggest fan, or what I call a super fan. He follows my posts, sends me ideas, appreciates my
experiments cooking, and above all, encourages me at every turn.
What did I find under the Christmas tree from my fan club of one?
A Pressure Cooker
Because I mentioned one day that I should probably learn how to use one and the Jan/Feb 2013 issue of Cooks Illustrated gave solid reasons “Why You Should Buy a Pressure Cooker“. I suppose any ‘home cook extraordinaire’ wouldn’t need a NEW pressure cooker since her neighbor and her mother offered her theirs, but I have always been a little intimated by pressure cookers. Especially older ones and I couldn’t justify laying out the cash for the fancy Home Show models, so I just went without and spent the extra time in the kitchen. (Oh darn, right? It’s my favorite place in the entire house!) However, it did seem like a worthwhile cooking challenge for 2013 and I guess I can use all the time saved to play with my new lights.
A Home Studio Lighting Kit
Because the recipes I post here are real food we savor in our own dining room, he has witnessed the lack of natural light at dinnertime in the winter and the contortions I go through to get a photograph that doesn’t look like it was taken in a cave before dinner is cold. My last ridiculous attempt involved a flash light, a story too embarrassing to tell, and I think he took pity on me.
I love that he cares about my passions and he likes to eat warm
food. We’ll see how well I learn to use both—suggestions welcome!
Of course, Christmas was not without a little family fun too. After Christmas we visited my sister and brother-in-law—the one I mentioned having the savoring debate with in Double Chocolate Truffles. He couldn’t leave well enough alone and let my anecdote stand as the last word on the matter, so he decided to punctuate the story with a t-shirt. Yes, he had a t-shirt made to proudly proclaim his indulgence and have the final word. He was wearing it when we walked in the door from our 11 hour trek to their house … needless to say, I laughed hard and just shook my head.
I love to laugh with my family, it is one of the precious things in life that restores and refreshes me.