Aug 16, 2009 20:58
I've decided to teach myself how to cook.
This has not been easy so far in my life since real cooking is a) time consuming, b) expensive, and c) involves things that I don't have around the house. Nevertheless there seems to be a certain standard that bachelor males are expected to have in my family, and I haven't been living up to it, which is definitely a problem at family gatherings. I think the majority of the problem is that the number of things that I do know how to cook, the number of combinations, is rather limited. And even those of us with no lives and no friends should learn how to cook something. So I've been slowly building up my repertoire, an effort that's going to take some time, and cost my pocketbook a great deal.
Tonight I managed to make a quite passable version of mushroom risotto and bacon-wrapped scallops (yes I know that two appetizers does not make an entree. No I'm not going to do anything about it). This despite the fact that I seem to have lost my corkscrew somewhere. I do think I probably overcooked the risotto, but only by a bit (also just a bit too liquidy).
However, given the amount of trouble I had making that, I forsee complications when I move onto other, more difficult dishes. This isn't going to end well, is it?
life,
domestic