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Over Christmas I received a set of really nice knives, a set of metal measuring cups, a bundt pan, and one of those ninja blenders that is also a food processor. And as I was putting this all away in the kitchen I had this moment where I found myself worrying that I was never really going to get into cooking and or that I would be terrible at it and have a bunch of stuff I'll never use.
Flash forward to New Years at my grandmother's. My cousin's husband's brother walks in and within five minutes my grandmother walks up to him and goes "I'm (insert cousin's name) grandmother, are you hungry." And when he said he could eat, she fixes him a plate with stuff made from around three people I am related to by blood. And proceeds to offer him more food as he eats.
And in that moment, I realized that my earlier insecurities were silly and went home to pick recipes from the cookbooks I own to play around with.
Flash forward to New Years at my grandmother's. My cousin's husband's brother walks in and within five minutes my grandmother walks up to him and goes "I'm (insert cousin's name) grandmother, are you hungry." And when he said he could eat, she fixes him a plate with stuff made from around three people I am related to by blood. And proceeds to offer him more food as he eats.
And in that moment, I realized that my earlier insecurities were silly and went home to pick recipes from the cookbooks I own to play around with.