He’s super excited about his first attempt at corn pudding!
When I first started this blog it was meant to be about triathlons and recipes- mainly because at the time my boyfriend (now fiancee) was into triathlons and I had a stack of cookbooks that were gathering dust and that he was teasing me about. I started in good faith dutifully cooking and writing but then somehow life got in the way. Suddenly the blog was an outlet for unfamiliar feelings- first grief then happiness and finally coming to terms with both.
I’m really thankful that I’ve had the opportunity to share the last 14 months with all of you. Cathartic isn’t the word- but I’m not sure what the right word is. It’s been helpful. The only downside is that I feel like I veered from the blog’s true purpose- running, cooking, and eating and I feel bad for anyone who subscribed based on those three things. I’d like to think that my New Years resolution will be to make the blog only about cooking and running but I know that’s not going to be completely true. The next 12 months will be full of ups, and possibly a few downs as well (but hopefully not) as I become Mrs. Cook-Runner (yes, I’m thinking of hyphenating). Unfortunately, because I don’t know what the future holds I can’t promise what the blog will hold- or what I will write about in it. I can promise to try to get the blog back to its “roots.”
So here’s my early New Year’s Resolution– I will go back to the blog’s basics. I will restart the regular Sunday recipe dinners in the new year and maybe we’ll even get The Runner to write about his experience doing triathlons or even some fancy new triathlon toy that he tests out- after all, the blog is about our life together so he should probably get a feature here and there.
I’m hoping to publish a cookbook in August- not promising anything but planning a VERY exclusive, limited release booklet to a select handful of family and friends… Anyway…. For those of you who are following the blog for recipes and triathlon tips, I’ll try to do better on that front. For those of you who want to know what’s going on with a cook and her fiancée who appropriately enough live on Dine Street, stay tuned, there will be more of that as well!
It’s a busy, busy time in the He Runs, I Cook household. We’ve been cooking, eating, pinning, and watching sports.
The Runner is in the midst of a late night sportsapalooza of Wimbledon and the Tour de France. Add in the British & Irish Lions Rugby tour and it’s been a pretty sports filled couple of weeks. We have grunting women, men in spandex and scrums happening in our living room on a nightly basis. Thankfully, we have Foxtel so he hasn’t missed a minute- and luckily Wimbledon and the Tour start after Masterchef so there haven’t been any fights over the TV—yet.
I’ve been cooking up a storm- slow cooker corn and prawn bisque, Nigella’s spaghetti with mushroom and thyme, and Bourbon glazed pork tenderloin with peaches tonight from my Dinner: A love story cookbook (Thanks Mom!)
We went to the Good Food and Wine Show this past Sunday, and well went a little bit nuts on the Wine part of the show. We discovered some great wines from some wineries I can’t actually remember, but don’t worry, we came home with enough bottles to jog my memory the next morning!
I’m still in the midst of wedding planning– I’m actually not even sure what’s being planned at this stage but I think the term “wedding planning” covers my obsession with pinterest and wedding blogs. Of course, I don’t actually have time to read all of the blogs so at this stage they’re going into a “Wedding” folder in my email account……Last look, there were hundreds of emails in there….yikes.
I have to confess, I don’t know the first thing about weddings or wedding planning. It’s a nice distraction, but I’m starting to get a bit bored of tulle and looking at pictures of centrepieces. It wasn’t a good sign the other night, when I turned to The Runner, who was distracted by the first stage of the Tour de France and announced that I was ready for the wedding to happen now.
He sort of looked at me and rolled his eyes. We still have 13 months and 6 days to go until the wedding— so If I’m already tired of planning, it’s not a good sign. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so excited about the wedding and about being married and all, but I just kind of want it all to happen on its own. Like all the little bouquets to make themselves, and all the placecards to be set and all the photographers to be interviewed and all the dresses to just appear as if by magic. Yes, I’m like the anti-bridezilla at the moment.
The Wedding is sort of falling into the same category as photography and scrapbooking—two hobbies I enjoy doing- especially photography and was really really into for a few months so I took lessons and bought all the gear and now I never really do it now. I mean, yes, I take pictures, but the Adobe Photoshop Suite I swore I was going to learn to use because I was going to be a serious photographer—nope touched it once, still don’t get it. All that pretty paper I was going to use to make a scrapbook out of, still sitting upstairs on the desk I bought as a scrapbooking desk. By the way, the scrapbooking desk—covered in wedding magazines at the moment!
Maybe it’s just that it’s so far away and I’m actually slightly organised that wedding planning has lost its sense of urgency. I’m becoming quite good at shopping for wedding dresses, but not so much making a decision on one— yet. And I haven’t really started on anything else yet. I’m very relaxed about the whole thing because I have loads of time… and I’m more of a last minute person anyway….. procrastination and finishing assignments in the middle of the night is how I got through school! Partly, I’m writing this because I’m sure 12 months from now, I’ll be frazzled and panicked and interrupting the Tour de France with Bridezilla like freak outs about posies vs. peonies and other silly things. But this year, I’ll just let The Runner stay up and enjoy it in peace!