The answer to that question these days is...not much. Be that as it may, I am still addicted to and devote most of every Saturday to cooking shows. Once upon a time, long, long ago, I watched to get inspiration, deciding how I could convert a recipe for four to serve ten, and mentally going through cupboards and freezer, wondering if I could substitute what I had on hand for some of the exotic ingredients shown (Martha Stewart was famous for that), asking if the result might be worth the work. I just loved to cook. Feeding family and friends was a gift I could give when I didn't have much else. Learning a recipe from a different culture was a challenge readily accepted. Ah, well.
Times change. There are no guests, and I don't even cook for myself anymore. When a one-pot meal lasts a week, a person can get pretty tired of the dish, no matter how good it might be. Last night's dinner was a bowl of oatmeal...warm, filling, satisfying...but not exactly inspired.
That's okay. I know on Saturdays I'll still watch...and remember the good old days.
Stay safe. Be well.
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