Spinal Cooking

Fyrst: Hjartanlega til hamingju með 55 ára afmælið (m)amma! 🙂  (Happy 55th Birthday (grand)mom!)

Second: After we moved to Iceland, Finnur took over making dinner pretty much every night.  I’d done most of the weekday dinners for the five previous years, and was frankly a little sick of cooking.  It also mattered that Finnur began by working from home for a year after the move, while I had a lot of trouble coming home from the office at a reasonable hour (whilst banging my head against my desk most of the time).

Now that I’ll be staying at home more this summer, it’ll surely fall to me to cook more – and sure enough, I’ve done two dinners this week.

One would hope though that taking a two-year hiatus from cooking would leave me all excited to get going again, but no.  Sadly, the two dinners I’ve cooked so far have been things I’ve done so many times I don’t even need to use my brain… the info is all in the spine.  I call it Spinal Cooking.

Thankfully Finnur’s been out helping friends of ours move, so he hasn’t been subjected to my ‘golden-oldies’ – but I can see him shivering from the next town over…  Time to find a new favorite recipe website!