when i was living “by myself”, it seemed awesome to whip up strange stuff. i think, it’s more that people found them strange than I actually did. it seemed second nature to chuck the “right” amount of this and that sauce in, and ingredients, and know that it would turn out good anyways.
When i moved in with Waife, i was always worried. Worried that he would laugh when i accidentally burn my food, or be utterly mortified at the way i cook or at my “recipes”. I started buying recipe book after recipe book – but failing even worse. some of them turn out to be the ugliest stuff that i have ever created, which makes them in a bigger FAIL category than burning stuff (and not to mention totally inedible).
The entire experience did teach me one thing though: vegan sausages WILL make me throw up, and throw up bad.
However, i bought the Silver Spoon, to learn Italian cooking. It did utterly overwhelmed me, i will tell you that much. and I have barely made past the pages based around risotto.
but what it did teach me was this: the most fundamental of cooking wasn’t learning “traditional” recipes or even getting through recipes. It was learning how flavours work with each other, build on each other and making a whole MEAL.
So, while i didn’t throw the book away, i just bought some chicken, broccoli, carrots and corn – and those were my bentos for last week.
they are not that great or inspired, but they are a good and slow start back into cooking for myself. i mean seriously? what the hell was i thinking. cooking.. for…myself. he doesn’t have to like it or be incredibly impressed.
Funnily, Waife was impressed with some of my efforts (some of those that didn’t join a bento box anyways), and even tried them. the great part of learning all these: he showed me how to do them correctly too. so it wasn’t entirely a waste ^_^
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