I went on a bit of a cooking spree this afternoon. I'm not much for cooking. I usually enjoy it once I get going but I don't "get going" very often. I don't feel like I'm very good at it and those things I'm not good at, I tend to shy away from. (Yes, I can be a bit of a perfectionist.) But come Fall, I'm more in the mood to cook and especially bake. Maybe because it's cooler outside so I like to be in the warm kitchen with the smells of breads and casseroles wafting through the whole house. There's something comforting about those baking smells.
Today was fun. I baked two loaves of chocolate chip zucchini bread, an apple-strawberry crisp, and a chicken zucchini casserole. Plus I have an 8-hour chili cooking in the crock pot. Yum Yum! But I saved the best for last: While I've been enjoying myself in the kitchen, my husband has been enjoying himself curled up on the sofa watching the Chicago Bears have a great game. But soon, very soon, my wonderful husband will be in the kitchen for cleanup and dishes duty (that he volunteered to do!) and I'll be curled up on the sofa with a good book! Actually, I think what my husband is trying to do is to get me cooking more often. It just might work.