“I love to cook,” she said. “It just relaxes me, as soon as
I turn on a pot or pan I can feel all my worries ease away.”
That’s my friend talking – not me, obviously.
As she tells me this I’m picturing my kitchen at home
whenever I cook – me, red faced, in a dirty apron surrounded by cookbooks, spilt
food, and a thousand pots and pans boiling all at the same time. Relaxing? Not
for me. I relax when I’m at a restaurant, eating food – not when I’m cooking
it.
But lately I’ve been on this project to be a good cook. I
thought it would be easy enough; but it’s an uphill battle, and it aint getting
any less steeper. Just putting on a cute apron is unfortunately not enough to
say “I’m the next Masterchef.”
Last night, for instance, I tried to make salmon in the oven,
for something different. After ten minutes I smelt burning, and after fifteen
it was on fire and I was hurriedly trying to put it out.
All in all, not the best start to my cooking venture.
I will keep you posted as I continue this challenge; but in
the meantime, if you have any fail proof recipes, send them my way and I’ll try
and see if I can not burn the house down when I try them.
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