One night I'll do a Kennedy meal, the next night I'll do a Bayless meal. Since they've both published numerous books, I'm going to cook from a single book each time. Maybe at the end I'll be able to declare one title the hands-down best Mexican cookbook.
Or maybe I'll just move to Saigon and chuck all this domestic ambition. I had forgotten just what a slog these late afternoons are. The driving, man, the DRIVING. To the school, to the supermarket, to dance class, to piano lesson, back home, mix some masa, to the dance class, bake the cake, set the table, fight over homework, check for the bobcat. . .
Tonight: Bayless' Mexico: One Plate at a Time. We're having a casserole-style zucchini tamal. It is steaming and now I am running out the door for my last pick-up of the day. Sometimes I leave my apron on when I drive carpools. I think that's perfectly okay, because in an emergency, I can just take it off. I feel differently about driving in pajamas.