Beef Cutlet Battle

Author: • September 19, 2016 • Personal Essays

It’s no secret: I do not like to cook.  I hate the dirty residue of oil on the stove, the time it takes after my workday, and how a recipe says one thing but another thing comes out of my oven.  I don’t enjoy it, I can afford not to.  At least those are all the things I tell myself, as I’m Googling ‘easy recipes’, strategizing my next attempt.

I’ll get no arguments from my boyfriend if I don’t cook.  He also doesn’t like cooking, doesn’t expect me to do it, and is the first to offer going out.  And yet I’ll go to the store and I’ll buy a package of beef, even if it just sits in the fridge.  So there’s something there, I’ll say, just in case I make kotlety, beef cutlets.

I haven’t lived with my grandmother in over a decade, and I don’t need to make kotlety by hand when food is just a click away.  But I’ll still feel like I’m playing hooky, even if I make a perfectly good something else.



About the Author

A Cecile’s Writer: Rita ReznikovaAuthor: Rita Reznikova

Country of residence: United States of America

Nationality: American / Russian Federation

Mother tongue: Russian and English

Rita Reznikova was born in Moscow in the last decade of the Soviet Union, but grew up in Boston, Massachusetts, where she immigrated with her family in 1994.  A marketing consultant by day and an aspiring essayist by night, she's working on her first personal essay collection.

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