In which you are what you eat
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kylezyDay 20 → a hobby of yours
Cooking, I adore cooking. My aunt always used to cook with me when I was a kid and it was fun but after she moved out, no one really continued my culinary education. My Nan generally cooked all the meals and she's always found it a chore more than anything else (as you would, I suppose, cooking every meal, every day since you'd been married), and she has no patience and would have found me a bother in the kitchen anyhow. So, about four years ago (which blows my mind, I would have said two at the most), I suddenly decided I wanted to start cooking. I can't remember exactly what brought this on, I think it had to do with looking at Nan's recipe book and thinking how much I wanted my own to 'pass to the next generation'. Not that I want kids, but, you know what I mean, something for someone to have that was mine.
So I started, following each recipe EXACTLY, and it was fun and I felt creative and things worked. I think if I'd made failure after failure I would have given it up pretty quickly, but everything worked and I made some really yummy stuff. Four years on and it's definitely a serious hobby now, I buy cooking magazines every week, check out cooking books every week from the library and my own recipe book has turned into a recipe folder. I am confident enough to not have to measure each teaspoon and tablespoon, confident enough to alter the instructions or ingredients in a recipe and confident enough to create my own meal from scratch.
This ties in super well with the topic of tomorrow.
In other news, why the hell am I wide awake at this hour? I got up before the sun, that is UNHEARD OF.
Cooking, I adore cooking. My aunt always used to cook with me when I was a kid and it was fun but after she moved out, no one really continued my culinary education. My Nan generally cooked all the meals and she's always found it a chore more than anything else (as you would, I suppose, cooking every meal, every day since you'd been married), and she has no patience and would have found me a bother in the kitchen anyhow. So, about four years ago (which blows my mind, I would have said two at the most), I suddenly decided I wanted to start cooking. I can't remember exactly what brought this on, I think it had to do with looking at Nan's recipe book and thinking how much I wanted my own to 'pass to the next generation'. Not that I want kids, but, you know what I mean, something for someone to have that was mine.
So I started, following each recipe EXACTLY, and it was fun and I felt creative and things worked. I think if I'd made failure after failure I would have given it up pretty quickly, but everything worked and I made some really yummy stuff. Four years on and it's definitely a serious hobby now, I buy cooking magazines every week, check out cooking books every week from the library and my own recipe book has turned into a recipe folder. I am confident enough to not have to measure each teaspoon and tablespoon, confident enough to alter the instructions or ingredients in a recipe and confident enough to create my own meal from scratch.
This ties in super well with the topic of tomorrow.
In other news, why the hell am I wide awake at this hour? I got up before the sun, that is UNHEARD OF.
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