I started writing about my cooking here because I consider it unnecessary creativity. "...creative acts--making something, anything, that didn't exist before--that are unrelated to an individual's work. "...something about engaging in the creative act on our own terms seems to unleash latent passions and insights." In other words, creativity spurs creativity."
Sure enough, last weekend I had a creative thought over a pot of spinach soup.
Like A Rough Draft
|Pre-pureed spinach soup|
So I found this recipe that called for zucchini as well as spinach. Well, I like zucchini. The recipe didn't call for very much stock, but I've been making soup regularly for a few years now, so I thought I could add more. And where was the thickener? I'm an experienced soup maker. I threw in a quarter of a cup of rice.
|Post-pureed serviceable spinach soup|
Also, I've lost the recipe I used. And even if I had it, I made a lot of changes that I don't fully recall. Talk about a work-in-progress.
Finding Treasures In Your Filing Cabinet
|Well, it's cookie dough, anyway|
|I was able to turn it into something|
It was mint chocolate chip! And, yes, I was able to finish the job.
|Like outlining for later writing time|
Okay, okay. I was experimenting for a family event. A birthday brunch. For an eighty-nine-year-old. But I'm used to experimenting. All writing is experimenting. Right? I mean, unless you do the same thing all the time. Experimenting is what I do.
I just write and cook and write and cook.
Another weekend, another Weekend Cooking post.