Me and food (this is my life recently)
I am not exactly what one would call handy in the kitchen. For one, I don't like taking the time necessary to actually make something, and also,it just doesn't usually come out very appealing - not visually, at least. I made cookies for the branch's bake sale, and while they mostly tasted fine, they ... didn't really look like something you'd want to eat.
And yet, when I do make something, be it baking or actually cooking, I prefer to make things from scratch. Mom wanted me to make bread, but I balked at the thought of using the bread-maker. It's a perfectly decent bread-maker, as far as I'm aware - we've used it just fine before without any qualms - but I just did not want to use it. This is why me and healthy eating don't usually get along - I don't want to take the time to make something (even if I'd prefer to make it), so I'll grab something ready-made and unhealthy to sate my cravings rather than cooking something that is good for me and that I would really rather prefer to have anyway.
But. I love making bread. It doesn't take very long (aside from letting it rise, and I've no idea why waiting for it to rise makes me so antsy), it's fairly simple, and it's soothing. My newest form of therapy, apparently. LVA and I baked on Thursday night - she made chocolate chip cookies, I made bread.
It was fun. Dad's already mocked us plenty of times over break - "Here you are in the same room, haven't seen each other in months, and you're both on the computer. Let me guess - you're Facebooking each other." At the time no, we weren't. But with the discovery of Tetris on FB, yes, that was usually the case. Tetris, by the way, is my new favorite time-waster.
But since I had several long breaks built-in with the bread rising, I cleaned the dishes (also by hand - I think I'm starting to see a pattern...), and we just - were in each other's presence. We didn't really talk very much - aside from us both harassing each other to get us various things - and when we did talk, it wasn't really about anything - mostly it was in regards to what we were making. "Where's the extra flour?"
"Was that three cups or four?" "Are there any more dishes in the living room?" "How many more batches do you have?" "What do the cookies bake at?"
So, yeah, I don't like cooking. Except for when I do, apparently. But baking is therapy. I need to find some new recipes to try.
/lack-of-brain-filter
And yet, when I do make something, be it baking or actually cooking, I prefer to make things from scratch. Mom wanted me to make bread, but I balked at the thought of using the bread-maker. It's a perfectly decent bread-maker, as far as I'm aware - we've used it just fine before without any qualms - but I just did not want to use it. This is why me and healthy eating don't usually get along - I don't want to take the time to make something (even if I'd prefer to make it), so I'll grab something ready-made and unhealthy to sate my cravings rather than cooking something that is good for me and that I would really rather prefer to have anyway.
But. I love making bread. It doesn't take very long (aside from letting it rise, and I've no idea why waiting for it to rise makes me so antsy), it's fairly simple, and it's soothing. My newest form of therapy, apparently. LVA and I baked on Thursday night - she made chocolate chip cookies, I made bread.
It was fun. Dad's already mocked us plenty of times over break - "Here you are in the same room, haven't seen each other in months, and you're both on the computer. Let me guess - you're Facebooking each other." At the time no, we weren't. But with the discovery of Tetris on FB, yes, that was usually the case. Tetris, by the way, is my new favorite time-waster.
But since I had several long breaks built-in with the bread rising, I cleaned the dishes (also by hand - I think I'm starting to see a pattern...), and we just - were in each other's presence. We didn't really talk very much - aside from us both harassing each other to get us various things - and when we did talk, it wasn't really about anything - mostly it was in regards to what we were making. "Where's the extra flour?"
"Was that three cups or four?" "Are there any more dishes in the living room?" "How many more batches do you have?" "What do the cookies bake at?"
So, yeah, I don't like cooking. Except for when I do, apparently. But baking is therapy. I need to find some new recipes to try.
/lack-of-brain-filter