This is why I hate cooking.
I hate cooking. I really do. I didn't really realize why or even the extent of my hatred until last night, but oh. I hate it.
I was trying a new recipe in order to incorporate a little more fiber into my life, in the way of lentils (which I like). This recipe was for "veggie balls" which seemed to me to be a vegetarian version of meatballs. All kinds of other things I typically enjoy were also in the recipe: carrots, mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, parmesan cheese, garlic, thyme and parsley. So, I thought, this should be fairly decent. The reviews were favorable.
Ugh. That's all I can say. Two hours of chopping, sautéing, waiting, roasting...and ugh. Granted, I haven't tried one with pasta sauce yet, but I do not have high hopes. Additionally, all the sautéing and roasting in olive oil has caused a funk of sorts to settle throughout my apartment and seep into everything. BOO HISS.
Here's the thing. I love to bake. I think because, generally unless there's complete chaos, whatever comes out of the oven will still taste/smell good. Even when I had total cake failure that fell apart everywhere when I tried to stack it, that cake!fail tasted AWESOME (I brought it to work in Tupperware and people ate it out of cups!). But when there's a cooking failure? Grossness. Waste. Stench.
Fuck you, cooking. I'm ordering out.
I was trying a new recipe in order to incorporate a little more fiber into my life, in the way of lentils (which I like). This recipe was for "veggie balls" which seemed to me to be a vegetarian version of meatballs. All kinds of other things I typically enjoy were also in the recipe: carrots, mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, parmesan cheese, garlic, thyme and parsley. So, I thought, this should be fairly decent. The reviews were favorable.
Ugh. That's all I can say. Two hours of chopping, sautéing, waiting, roasting...and ugh. Granted, I haven't tried one with pasta sauce yet, but I do not have high hopes. Additionally, all the sautéing and roasting in olive oil has caused a funk of sorts to settle throughout my apartment and seep into everything. BOO HISS.
Here's the thing. I love to bake. I think because, generally unless there's complete chaos, whatever comes out of the oven will still taste/smell good. Even when I had total cake failure that fell apart everywhere when I tried to stack it, that cake!fail tasted AWESOME (I brought it to work in Tupperware and people ate it out of cups!). But when there's a cooking failure? Grossness. Waste. Stench.
Fuck you, cooking. I'm ordering out.