Wow-the wind is howling outside my little Cape Cod’s parlor window where I sit and contemplate, Carrie Bradshaw-like, “When the going gets tough, why do the tough get cooking?”
Or to put it another way, why, when disaster strikes, do we head for the kitchen?
Hurricane Sandy is hammering the Mid-Atlantic and in particular, Jersey. It started at 8 a.m. with high tide and is expected to cause chaos with our rivers, streams and coastlines well in to tomorrow.
So in addition to buying D batteries, milk, and a tank of gas, how are my friends preparing for this natural disaster?
Goddess Arlene made a ton of pulled chicken and Goddess Joann R., an award winning cook, baked a ham, which, when you live alone, is the gift that keeps on giving. Both ladies are going to be baking today.
Yesterday, in between battening down the hatches and running the screen windows downstairs and running the storm windows upstairs, I made a vat of pea soup and a double batch of hand pizzas. I also made baked apples for good measure. Just before we ate, my cousin Don brought over a pan of lasagna made with his homemade tomato sauce, with meatballs and sausage on the side.
My favorite metrosexual made a batch of five-grain cereal and baked a “Sandy cake.”
So it’s not just a girl thing…men get the urge to cook and/or bake, too. Maybe we are hunkering down into survival mode. Providing for ourselves and our loved ones to ride out the storm.
Or perhaps we are participating in an age old instinctual ritual involving fire and warmth and cocooning?
Either way, who’s up for baked apples!?!