Plain Jane in Every Way

So I've started cooking and I lo-ove it. There's nothing more therapeutic for me that doesn't require pen/paper or a laptop than whipping up a fabulous meal or dessert. Lately I have spent a lot of my online time looking high and low for yummy recipes and one of the sites I enjoy is Cooking Light. This has only been as of late because Kraft Foods' website has gotten a bit redundant for me and the recipes can be a bit bland if you're not a seasoning maniac a la Babe. And I like to follow my recipe to a 't' pretty much, although I do get a little nagging voice in my head that says, "Did you season that up?" Funny, that voice sounds just like Babe's!

Cooking Light has some very interesting recipes, some very simple and seemingly very delicious, but some of them have, like, 30 ingredients and look ridiculous! Dishes my kids would look at in pathetic hunger and simply request a bowl of Cheerios instead.

"I don't want it," Nas would say with a pout as he pushes the plate ever-so-closely to the edge of the table as if I served him dog food.

"It looks weird," Jay would say. Even my biggest food fan wouldn't touch some of these dishes.

And don't forget about Babe. "What's in it?" He would say poking it with his fork and a look on his face resembling his son's.

Where food is concerned we're all pretty basic. For us, there is no need to add basil paste to our meatloaf mix, or prosciutto to lasagna. We like old fashioned meatloaf mom used to make, it doesn't have to be all dressed up. Just squirt some Heinz ketchup over that hunk o' meat and we're all cheering! And lasagna? Dude, I thought it was fancy enough when the cheese bubbled and kind of crisped along the edges, aka burned. Then you go and slip some prosciutto (which is WHAT??) in there and think we're gonna scarf it down like we do the regular noodles-meat-sauce-cheese set-up? Be real. We'll pass.

So when I'm flipping through cookbooks I realize I'm as plain Jane as they get. Not only do I love jeans, a t-shirt and flip flops like it's the hottest look since stilettos but I like myself a big ol' regular chunk of meatloaf covered in ketchup and don't bring me any prosciutto-filled lasagna...I'm not hard to please and boy when I get some fab recipes under my belt I'm going to write my own cookbook and call it "Cooking in Blue Jeans and Flip Flops." Doesn't it just scream meatloaf, lasagna, fried chicken and tuna noodle casserole? Exactly, it's perfect - plain and simple.