I am still sick, but somehow my appetite is back and I was back in the kitchen tonight. These days my appetite and emotions are all over the place and I never know what will strike - hunger or tears so I keep plugging away...I keep doing things that bring some kind of normalcy and comfort to my life. As much as part of me wants nothing to do with the life that I once knew, part of me still finds comfort and security in that life. And for the new me, cooking is comfort.
Cooking never makes me feel alone. It's a friend that never disappoints. It reminds me of who I am becoming. Suddenly cooking makes me feel good - my guilty pleasure.
Cooking soothes my emotions...it wipes my tears away and it puts a little smile on my face.
I am obsessed with brussels sprouts, they have a regular presence on my weekly menu. Kiki is not a fan, but we are working on it. I don't blame her, I didn't like them when I was a kid either. Brussels sprouts are definitely acquired taste, but I hope she will acquire it one day soon.
Tonight's pasta dish was fairly simple and incredibly tasty. I made it before, and it never disappoints. It's spicy, bitter, nutty, creamy, delicious and comforting. And I will be making it again...
Pesto Pasta with Al Fresco Chicken Sausage and Brussels Sprouts