Lately I've been doing something out of character. Nope, it's not smoking, or swearing, or even cleaning my room, but rather, cooking. It all started when my mom asked me to cook some dinner last night, BLTs, while she went to the gym. As the bacon started to sizzle, it dawned on me...I actually enjoy cooking! I've only just now figured that out because well, much to my feminine dismay, I've never really known how to cook. Once I started I just couldn't stop. I picked up a cook book and started googling a couple recipes for Chocolate cheesecake. Today I made stuffing, pork chops, and cheese and garlic biscuits. And may I say, it was delish. Food tastes so much better when prepared by my own hands.
But make no mistake,I have always loved food, this isn't a new found thing. My dad always encouraged us to bee pretty open with trying new foods. He likes to call it 'Broadening your horizon'. I've had everything from Indian to Fried Alligator, plus having an Asian stepmother also helps out in the food department. Her fried rice is pretty good and her noodles are absolutely killer. Come to think of it, I should probably start creepin' on her in the kitchen and take some lessons.
The ironic thing about this is that in about a month or so I'll be going off to college...with only a microwave and a minifridge. Well, gotta start somewhere, right? And I suppose I can always return to the kitchen on breaks...
But make no mistake,I have always loved food, this isn't a new found thing. My dad always encouraged us to bee pretty open with trying new foods. He likes to call it 'Broadening your horizon'. I've had everything from Indian to Fried Alligator, plus having an Asian stepmother also helps out in the food department. Her fried rice is pretty good and her noodles are absolutely killer. Come to think of it, I should probably start creepin' on her in the kitchen and take some lessons.
The ironic thing about this is that in about a month or so I'll be going off to college...with only a microwave and a minifridge. Well, gotta start somewhere, right? And I suppose I can always return to the kitchen on breaks...
I wish I liked cooking...I guess I'll have to learn how someday, so I can cook for my future husband. Or I can marry a chef.
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