There's a part of me that is quite domestic. I have not honed this aspect of myself, but I know it's there. I find myself drifting towards cookbooks at Barnes and Noble. I look for foodie blogs. I constantly wish I had more ingredients so I could create something some what interesting. I am quite possibly a culinary genius underneath all my only-makes-bologna-and-cheese-sandwiches exterior.
I would really like to delve into cooking. I have a most likely outdated feeling that I will never get married if I can't cook. The same thing goes for football, but I don't think I'll ever understand any sort of sport. Maybe pretending is all that is necessary?
What is hard is finding out where to start developing my cooking prowess. Should I buy a bunch of ingredients and teach myself how to cook the basics? Or should I find a specific recipe and work from there?
Over Winter Break, some friends and I prepared a dinner complete with my Mommy's famous macaroni casserole, salad, and Martinelli's. It was a wonderful feeling. I felt so grown up! I like feeling grown up. This is why I drink coffee and walk briskly like I have somewhere important to be. Which I usually don't.
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awwww. you ARE grown up! What are you doing this evening? If I am feeling up to it maybe we could cook something together? Search foodnetwork.com for a recipe and we can go and buy the ingredients. If tonight doesn't work out, maybe sometime soon. we can cook at my place or yours whatever you like. Fun! I wish you didn't have rehearsal all night tomorrow and could come with us to dinner :( I was thinking Iggies but if you aren't there then we'll probably go somewhere else so you don't get upset!
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