I am a perfectionist and have always had an utter disdain for failure. This has kept me from trying a lot of things in my life. Having finally accepted that failure is a requirement for a fulfilling and diversified life experience, I have created this year long project in an attempt to become comfortable with the idea of failing. This blog chronicles my journey with failure.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Day 56: Cooking
(Note: This is a picture from the internet. This looks different from what I made, but it does look yummy!)
Anyone that knows me knows that I don't cook. Ever. My idea of cooking is making macaroni and cheese, and even that is too much for me sometimes. If I'm hungry, I want to eat; if I'm not hungry, I don't want to be making food for when I will eat. I am happy to eat food that other people make; I am not happy making food. I think it's a simple concept, and I just don't understand how cooking can be fun. But then again, it's probably because I've had issues with food since middle school.
Anyways, today I decided to make what I consider to be cooking a meal. This consisted of leftover spaghetti and corn. I heated up pasta sauce on the stove and then added the leftover spaghetti to it. I also heated up canned corn on the stove. You may think that this is super easy and what's the big deal, but I literally don't know the last time I've ever spent this much time on preparing a meal. It's possible that I never ever have. I guess that's what happens when you grow up in a household where your mom does all of the cooking!
Result: I was super worried that I would burn the sauce, or the corn, or the spaghetti. Or that by the time I got the food into bowls, it would be cold. I can't say that I enjoyed cooking, I mean, I'm super impatient. But I will say that the food came out really well! I was really proud of myself :-) Afterwards, I wished that I took a picture of it! This was a momentous occasion.
I was proud of my creation, but I can't say that I will do it again any time soon. Heating up canned food is the extent of my culinary tolerance.
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