Cooking blog?

So, um I'm wondering if I shouldn't just do a cooking blog. Because that is what I seem to want to write about. A lot of times cooking sort of seeps into my daily life- well, what I cook or how it comes out is a reflection of my daily life.

For example, today, we had fried green tomatoes for lunch. I never had those or made those before. They were good! The reason we had them is because Willy was taking apart his hydroponic garden in the basement and we had a bunch of tomatoes that started growing and then stopped a few weeks ago. They were big and green and firm and not turning red. Hmmm. Take two on the garden, I guess. Meanwhile, I thought, "I will try cooking fried green tomatoes." And I did. And they were pretty good. Different than I thought.

Also, today, I was making shish kebabs for dinner. They had cubes of lean beef and cubes of fresh pineapple. To serve with it, I made couscous and a mango salsa. Summery and delicious. However, I was too busy to properly babysit my kebabs on the grill and I overcooked them. The reason I was too busy to babysit them was because just before dinner I discovered mouse poop all over the under part of my kitchen (KITCHEN!) sink and I was busy scouring everything spotless so that there would be nothing "tempting" for mice in my kitchen tonight (gosh darn it)!

I live in the country where mice are a part of reality. I accept this reality reluctantly. I tolerate, TOLERATE, mice in the chicken coop or in the garage. I turn a blind eye to the mice in the unfinished basement laundry room. But in my KITCHEN? Never. Ever. Good God never. And heaven help the mouse who leaves a poop in my pantry or among my baby's toys.

Anyway, so I overcooked the kebabs. And my husband suggested that my efforts were perhaps misdirected. It would maybe be better to discover a way to, say, kill or deter said mice, than to simply clean. Because mice are here. And they aren't rats.

I need to remind myself of that. They aren't rats. We don't have rats.

And then I come to the part of my day when I update my list of stuff we ate tonight. And I realize that I have so much more to say than the little blurb that I write. Additionally, it would be fun to include pictures, and maybe, maybe recipes. Or at least ingredients.

I am not a recipe person. I approach cooking with a devil-may-care attitude even when it comes to baking, which can be a dangerous way to live at a high altitude. (But believe me, I don't bake cookies anymore. Unless they are supposed to be those thin, crispy lace cookies.) I am intimidated and truthfully annoyed, at the idea of having to write exact proportions down because frankly, I just don't cook that way.

Who does?

OK. I think a lot of people do.

And do I even have the time or energy to take pictures of my food?

But wouldn't it be fun?

My husband calls recipe pages with pictures Porn for Women.

I think he's right.

And maybe I should start my own porn site.

First blog

Hi, I'm Molly. I am mother to Audry who is one and two-thirds. I live in Colorado with, of course, Audry, my incredible husband of five years, Will, our superfast dog Omar, and six chickens. There are any number of mice who live here too, but I hate to even think about them, much less name them.

I decided to start a blog because I wanted to have a reason to write every day. When I was a little kid I kept a journal every day, in fact, long after I was a little kid I kept a journal. But somewhere along the way life got in the way of my writing and I stopped.

I still have all those journals. When I come across them I have two types of thoughts, depending on the entry: 1) Whatever made me think I would want to read the sappy rambling of a lovesick teenager? or, for other journal entries 2) Hey, I was not a bad writer. I would read this stuff in a book, and I am a discerning reader (modest too, no?). Thank God I am no longer a lovesick teenager. But I do still ramble.

Before you get your hopes up, I am sure that my writing is not all that astounding these days. It is like anything I haven't practiced in ages, like the piano gathering dust in my spare room- I am not exactly ready for a recital. But that being said, I have plenty I can write about and I frequently fantasize about writing (I know, I know) and I keep asking myself, hey, why don't you just WRITE? So this is just a place for me to practice writing and maybe get good enough to write something "real" one day.

Another reason to blog is because I am a stay at home mom. I used to be just a regular person with friends, hobbies, personal time, you know, regular person stuff. Now I am a mommy. I think I am feeling a touch of identity crisis in anticipation of being known for something like the next maybe 20 years as Audry's Mom, oh yeah, and housewife. This is an attempt to reclaim some of myself and explore how I can incorporate the joy and pride I feel in being a mom but also find out what ELSE there is in there besides mommyhood and housewifeyness.