In an effort to model my life after fabulous celebrities–and thus perfect my existence all around–I’ve been researching a certain Paltrow hard core. I’m planning to empty my shelves and restock with Goop-approved ingredients , cook some My Father’s Daughter recipes, and maybe one day get to a place where cooking is a regular off-the-cuff endeavor filled with farmer’s market ingredients, instead of the rarified stick-to-the-recipe-or-else undertaking it is currently.
In reading through Gwynnie’s cookbook, I’ll admit I’ve become quite inspired. I want to be slow-roasting tomatoes. Right. Now.
But the food her cookbook inspires me to try definitely has me longing for company. What fun is it to make homemade pasta or seafood paella or perfect roasted Chinese duck for one? Or even for two? (I guess I’ll let Matt have some. ) In fact, it doesn’t just make me want to cook for others.. it makes me want to cook with others.
I’ve never really felt this way before. As a recipe stickler (not so much because I believe in recipe rules as because I don’t trust myself to not ruin something if I make personal adjustment), one who usually cooks more for the end result than for the pleasure of the task, I’m usually alone in the kitchen. (Unless you count make-your-own pizza, a fab mission for potential BFFs.) But after reading a chapter or two of My Father’s Daughter I emailed a couple of friends, asking if they had any interest in turning our dinner-and-a-movie Saturday night plans into let’s-cook-a-feast-and-have-an-impromptu-dinner-party plans. It does sound like a pretty fabulous Gwynethish Saturday night: Cooking a feast. Drinking while we cook. Laughing around the table as if life were a Nancy Meyers movie.
This latest life-as-a-celebrity venture is quite different than my BFF venture, because it’s a much more internal journey. I thought the cooking/kitchen part would be the most solitary. I’d have to spend hours in the kitchen, cooking instead of socializing. But something about reading a cookbook that boasts seasonal, healthy, real ingredients makes me want to bring friends into the mix. Cooking and socializing, who’d have thought?
Or maybe I just need someone across the table from to agree that “we are sooo Gwyneth right now.”
At-home chefs and foodies alike, what say you? Do you love cooking for its “me time” or are the best meals the ones cooked with friends?