I got it from my mama.

Something that makes me happy is sporadically ditching my normally-hectic M.O. to slow down and enjoy something. Tonight that something is cooking.


Maybe it's college that instilled the cook-as-fast-as-you-can so you can eat-as-fast-as-you-can method in me. I tend to eat things that are extremely easy to make and often (and sadly), microwaveable. Tonight, since I knew I had to cook for lunch at work tomorrow, I headed to the grocery store.


I spent a good amount of time picking out a recipe by browsing through magazines and searching online and finally settled on Chicken Piccata, courtesy of the lovely Giada De Laurentis. I took my time at the store, a place I often hurry through, and carefully picked out ingredients. 


Then, I went home and made dinner before beginning cooking lunch. (For dinner I attempted to recreate a rice dish with ground beef, spinach, red pepper and lemon juice that a friend's mom made last night). (It was good, but I really need that recipe). 


I admire my friends and family who spend a lot of time cooking and making delicious meals. It's important to nourish your body with good food, especially when you have the means to do so. Come to think of it, everyone who reads this (who I know of) is an excellent cook. Consider yourself envied.


On a side note, when I told my mom I was making chicken piccata, she said she would love some chicken ta-ta-ta, just like the dance cha-cha-cha. 


Where'd I get my crazy from? I got it from my mama.