As a part of my continual quest to be a competent adult, I have been trying to cook more. Which is an interesting endeavor, considering I got ZERO of the cooking genes in my family. My sister has been at home in the kitchen since she was little, often cooking up recipes from Emeril’s kids’ cookbook. I handled the eating in that situation. And the dishes. That’s about all I was capable of.
I once made “slice-and-bake” cookies for my boyfriend and he secretly threw them out on his way home, because they tasted so bad (props to him for being kind enough to pretend he liked them in front of me, ha). I didn’t realize it was possible to mess up cookies of the slice-and-bake variety (perhaps I should just stick to eating the dough, like I usually do…).
But I figure that practice makes perfect, so I have been venturing into the kitchen more often (with some assistance from my mom, who is a great cook). Though I am no Julia Child, I’ve pretty much mastered your standard boxed ravioli/tortellini/spaghetti, since that really only involves boiling water. And I can handle chopping vegetables, so I have been able to make a good fajita dinner as well…except for that one time I forgot about the rice and burned it (see below. It took forever to clean that pot…). Remember that practice makes perfect, people.
Since I’ve been having some kitchen adventures, I thought I’d share some recipes here on the blog. So stay tuned for my “wannabe chef” series, featuring not-that-difficult meals that I have attempted to make with some successes and some failures. Recipes and photos to come throughout the rest of the week!