Among the questions I’m most frequently asked when people find out about my job is “what do you eat at home?” Next, when they find out that my husband is also a chef, I get asked “who cooks at home?”
The truth is that on weekdays, I spend all day long working at a test kitchen where I literally have to taste food whether I’m hungry, like that food or hate it. It’s my job and it’s usually a pleasure; however, it means that it’s almost impossible to tell you about my typical menu. Some days I come home having eaten nothing but chocolate cake all day and only want a salad. Then, on other days I come home after eating veggies all day and cook just meat and potatoes. Likewise, five days out of seven, Martin is cooking at the restaurant during family mealtime so the cooking falls to me.
Then there’s Sunday, that glorious seventh day of the week, when we’re both at home and we eat what we want, when we want. Finally a day when I can catalogue our true eating and cooking habits. So, if you’re one of the people who has pondered what chefs eat and how they cook at home, here’s an account of how I ate last Sunday:
9 a.m. a non-fat latte
10:30 a.m. a banana
12:30 pm Lunch out at Panera with Martin while Oliver hangs out at home playing video games (we get him a takeout sandwich). I order the sandwich and soup combo: frontega pulled chicken panini and tomato soup. It’s Martin’s first time eating at Panera and he declares the side of baguette that accompanies his sandwich ‘curious’ but eats it anyway.
3 p.m. Small square of a homemade brownie lingering on the counter just waiting (almost begging – it was rather wanton in truth) to be eaten.
5:30 p.m. Lobster (cooked and shelled by Martin) and a salad (made by me) that contains roasted beet, avocado, cucumber, tomatoes and mâchâ tossed with lemony dill dressing and accompanied by a glass of sauvignon blanc.
7 pm Kit Kat single from my secret stash hidden in the refrigerator butter keeper.
10:30 pm After I get home from humiliating myself at house league tennis, Martin and I split a consoling Cameron’s Auburn Ale and nosh on a few slices of his homemade, dry-cured fennel sausage, a wedge of aged Cheddar, and a few baby dills.
There you have it. That’s how I eat when left to my own devices. How about you? Do your eating and cooking habits follow a pattern? Or is it a different situation every day?