Well... Damn.
It turns out that I can cook. I didn't actually know this. Growing up I was never allowed to cook as my mother was afraid that I'd mess up her kitchen. Later, I've lived with housemates, boyfriends and a husband who have all been great cooks (although Ryan is by far the best). While, this means that I have been very lucky, it also means that I've never really had the opportunity to actually get into the kitchen and have a go. Any meal that I've ever done for myself is usually something like scrambled eggs, or a bit of steak and veggies - nothing that actually involved any thinking, so my 'culinary confidence' has remained low.
So anyway, I had to go to a game on Saturday, where Xole was going to make honey loaf, but then discovered that I couldn't eat it as flour and milk are not my friends. So I volunteer to have a go at a flourless orange cake receipe that I had at home. So I'm at home on friday night, making this cake, and realising that I also should do something about dinner. Being in vaguely 'housewifey' mood, by baking a cake while watching "better homes than yours" on TV, I decide to actually attempt cooking something more substantial than an omlette, so I have a go at Ryan's risotto (which has been altered a little to fit in my current dietary restrictions). It works. Well. I even had a full plate left over. So when Ryan gets home late that night, I say, "I've cooked, would you like some dinner? And I've baked a cake for dessert". I guess that he thought that he'd walked into the wrong house. In any case, he was impressed - not just with the fact that I'd cooked, but he also liked the food. Also, the players at Xole's game also enjoyed the cake, complete with syrup, so I may have to bake it again.
And yesterday, Ryan and I were supposed to go to my Aunts for dinner. We had promised to bring pumpkin soup for the entree. I hadn't given it any thought as obviously Ryan would be doing the cooking. However, he had come down with a shocking migrane and was not going anywhere or cooking anything. So, I'm up cooking again - for the third time in two days (aside from breakfasts and easy lunch stuff). The only receipe in the house was a Margaret Fulton's, which had butter, flour and milk - three things which I can't eat. So, with an hour to go before I had to be at the dinner, I substitued in olive oil, rice flour and yoghurt, for the ingrediants that I couldn't have, and it turned out fabulously. Everyone went back for seconds and it disappeared very quickly.
So cool. Apparently I can cook. Well. Who knew??
So anyway, I had to go to a game on Saturday, where Xole was going to make honey loaf, but then discovered that I couldn't eat it as flour and milk are not my friends. So I volunteer to have a go at a flourless orange cake receipe that I had at home. So I'm at home on friday night, making this cake, and realising that I also should do something about dinner. Being in vaguely 'housewifey' mood, by baking a cake while watching "better homes than yours" on TV, I decide to actually attempt cooking something more substantial than an omlette, so I have a go at Ryan's risotto (which has been altered a little to fit in my current dietary restrictions). It works. Well. I even had a full plate left over. So when Ryan gets home late that night, I say, "I've cooked, would you like some dinner? And I've baked a cake for dessert". I guess that he thought that he'd walked into the wrong house. In any case, he was impressed - not just with the fact that I'd cooked, but he also liked the food. Also, the players at Xole's game also enjoyed the cake, complete with syrup, so I may have to bake it again.
And yesterday, Ryan and I were supposed to go to my Aunts for dinner. We had promised to bring pumpkin soup for the entree. I hadn't given it any thought as obviously Ryan would be doing the cooking. However, he had come down with a shocking migrane and was not going anywhere or cooking anything. So, I'm up cooking again - for the third time in two days (aside from breakfasts and easy lunch stuff). The only receipe in the house was a Margaret Fulton's, which had butter, flour and milk - three things which I can't eat. So, with an hour to go before I had to be at the dinner, I substitued in olive oil, rice flour and yoghurt, for the ingrediants that I couldn't have, and it turned out fabulously. Everyone went back for seconds and it disappeared very quickly.
So cool. Apparently I can cook. Well. Who knew??