April 23, 2012

I Can Cook A Thing

Last night, I cooked a thing. Well, okay, we had a fancy dinner time meal double date thingy with Jonathan and Shauna, and we cooked steaks and stuff. It was neat! I wanted some potatoes to go with my meal, and I had all these mashed potatoes left over from making potato skins and I’m like “what kind of crazy thing can I make?” And I ended up making these Potato Knishes, and they were really nice! It was totally cool to make them!

I’ve been doing all kinds of stupid cooking experiments like that. Well, CJ and I, of course. We made Shrimp Skewers, and I made a whole rack of dry rub ribs with a rub I put together myself, and we did all sorts of cooking things that I never would have really seriously attempted before. I mean, sure, I still do things like stick pizza rolls in the oven and cram them in my mouth for dinner on occasion, but seriously, I am doing so much more cooking now. What’s more, I find that I’m planning my day around it. I find myself looking at an empty day and going “it’s time for a food adventure!” because that’s a good use of my free time.

I only mention all this because this just feels like a really crazy change for me. The concept of cooking was always appealing to me, in the same way that I always felt like drinking wine would be nice in concept, even though I really rather hate wine and all the alcohols. I just never really expected myself to cook other than, you know, quick stuff. The bare minimum. Things from boxes and whatnot.

Yet here I am. I do this stuff a couple times a week now, it seems. At least every once and awhile. I just wonder what changed. Is it just that I have someone to cook for now? I mean, that’s kind of a nice thing. He also really keep telling me how good a cook I am (lies) which is a nice ego boost and makes me feel like I can try more complex things. Is that all it is? Or am I just getting old, and that’s what old women do: cook a thing.

I don’t know. But I kind of like it. I also like that I feel no pressure if I want to just go “fuck it, pizza” as well. It’s a no pressure thing. It’s a hobby. I can get used to this.

Cooking is great, if you have the time for it. If you want to get super crazy then you can start doing things like planning meals ahead of time and preparing and freezing dishes, though I’ve never bend fond of that for anything other than soup.

Comment by Brer — April 24, 2012 @ 7:27 pm

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