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I've decided to learn how to cook.
Like, how to cook-cook, not just throw food together and eat it so I don't die.
I've been on this huge food-porn kick lately: watching Top Chef, Chef School, Chef at Home, *cough* RachaelRay *cough*. And it's like, shit, I could do that. Why aren't I doing that?
Jesus Christ, I think I'm nesting. (Well, if you can call it nesting when there's no chance in hell you're hatching anything, ever.) I dug out a kitschy apron I was given; I bought a bunch of cookbooks. I've been reading Anthony Bourdain. I have recipes saved on my computer and a really cute retro recipe box. I have visions of this perfect kitchen where there are always good smells and fresh bread and fancy utensils. All I need to do now is, you know, actually try cooking something.
Ever since school started, my brain is in continual overdrive. All I want to do is empty, mechanical work to relax: laundry, dishes, cleaning. I had the day off yesterday and actually cleaned the pantry out, to give you an idea. (Anyone know whether papaya juice circa 2004 eventually turns into wine?)
My inner Martha is very, very pleased :D
Like, how to cook-cook, not just throw food together and eat it so I don't die.
I've been on this huge food-porn kick lately: watching Top Chef, Chef School, Chef at Home, *cough* RachaelRay *cough*. And it's like, shit, I could do that. Why aren't I doing that?
Jesus Christ, I think I'm nesting. (Well, if you can call it nesting when there's no chance in hell you're hatching anything, ever.) I dug out a kitschy apron I was given; I bought a bunch of cookbooks. I've been reading Anthony Bourdain. I have recipes saved on my computer and a really cute retro recipe box. I have visions of this perfect kitchen where there are always good smells and fresh bread and fancy utensils. All I need to do now is, you know, actually try cooking something.
Ever since school started, my brain is in continual overdrive. All I want to do is empty, mechanical work to relax: laundry, dishes, cleaning. I had the day off yesterday and actually cleaned the pantry out, to give you an idea. (Anyone know whether papaya juice circa 2004 eventually turns into wine?)
My inner Martha is very, very pleased :D