A funny thing happened on the way to a jubilant morning: three sour kids. When one was whining, they were all whining. By 8 am, my morning included:
1 piss poor attitude
2 doors slammed in my face
3 whining kids
4 sassy responses
5 pouty looks
6 stomping feet
Needless to say, this project was thrown out the window. To top off things, I managed to back over our garbage container leaving it stranded in the middle of our busy street. To be honest, I drove away with steam coming out of my ears and the gauge for the gas on EMPTY. I drove about a mile, when sanity returned and I realized that a. it was not nice to leave our squashed garbage can in the middle of the street and b. I was acting like a teenager.
So, I did a three point turn and returned to the scene of my crime against our household trash. After righting the wrongs of the first part of the morning, I proceeded to play my favorite bad day song:
Daniel Powter worked his magic, and even though I can't get away on a "blue sky holiday," I realized what I needed to return to equilibrium: cooking.
For some reason, cooking is cathartic for me. The mere motion of chopping brings me to a happy place. Usually this happens with a bunch of parsley or cilantro, but today the same effect was felt with peppers and onions. I had decided to make a twist on the Sicilian cacciatore with caramelized onions. The resulting concoction is the photo above. So right now, the delicious scent of fresh herbs, vegetables and turkey is doing its magic in the saute pan. My grandfather, Gogo, must be smiling down on me tonight (his family was from Sicily). Gogo this dinner is in your honor!
My husband sings this song to me all the time. It is silly and just the right thing for my culinary journey tonight.
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