After returning from Charlotte via Philadelphia Airport late Saturday night, I decided to make more food goodness. I realize with cooking there is no happy medium for me. I either want to eat something out of a can or I want to paint the gastronomic Mona Lisa. So I went the creative route tonight.
On the menu:
1. Beef tenderloin with blue cheese herbed crust
2. Steamed broccoli (simple yet elegant)
3. Mashed potatoes with blue cheese and celery (no lie)
Jen liked it. I liked it. Jen liked that I liked it. I liked that Jen liked it. All is well with the world.
But I need to start writing some poetry again. It is just nice to know that I have other avenues to express some creative impulses, even if they never approach Wordsworth, Yeats, Yeats, and, (and notice the Oxford Comma), Leonard Cohen.