Well, let me tell you. I love cooking. Or better yet, I think I’m in an abusive relationship with cooking. Sometimes I emerge from the kitchen sweaty, frazzled and overcome with stress, but grinning from ear to ear because something worked! Hallelujah. However, the timing of it all is the subject of my nightmares. I never really enjoyed math, much to the frustration of my statistician father, so my time in the kitchen is filled with shouts for multiple timers to my Alexa, who’s been conveniently programmed to German thanks to my boyfriend, Kris, because I really enjoy when everything is done “zusammen Alexa!” (together). But timing aside, most evenings I put on spotify radio (I’m on a Joss Stone kick at the moment) and start chopping away in my happy place.
I don’t eat meat, but otherwise I’ll try anything. That being said, if I’m putting in the effort, time and concentration to stay in one room for a period of time and cook something, it’s normally healthy. Since settling in Portugal, I’ve been trying to take advantage of the great produce here.
P.S. you won’t find recipes and measurements, I don’t have enough patience for them. As a result, I’m absolutely terrible at baking. Do not invite me to your cake walk.
I love roasted veggies, but sometimes (aka four times a week) I make the same boring thing. Not today Satan! Today I sliced eggplant, zucchini and onions and positioned them all as friends in a pan. Then I stuck fresh basil leaves in between and drizzled garlic and olive oil over the whole shebang. Top with halloumi cheese and tomatoes a few minutes before it’s done and BAM. Very pleased with the end result
Sidenote: My new Portuguese oven is a special one. It doesn't have temperatures, but little flame pictures instead. These veggies were roasted at a temperature of two (out of three) flames.