....that must mean my food is done cooking. Sigh.
This whole being an independent adult thing is all good and fun until it comes to the kitchen. For starters... I was never really taught to cook except on the occasional Thanksgiving, I can make some mean red cabbage, or in Home-EC classes in middle and high school. Second, this being the first time having my own kitchen I don't really have the supplies to cook. But since I don't know how to cook I don't even know what to have in my kitchen.
Then it comes to my motivation to cook... I really don't have any. I live by myself...why do I want to spend hours on a meal I will eat by myself in 30 min when I can throw some cheese and lettuce on a tortilla and call it a taco in minutes??
Occasionally, I will get the inspiration to cook real food and that is when I have to freak out and start fanning my smoke alarm while I open the window and screen door before my neighbors think the building is burning down.
Reason one and two to get married: Someone to cook for and/or to cook for me and I can get kitchen supplies as wedding gifts :) Juuuuust kidding.
Want to come over for dinner? I'm making tacos.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I hear my smoke alarm...
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Cooking,
fire,
kitchen,
life after college,
marriage,
smoke alarm,
tacos
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hahaha! I saw your comment from amandas blog.
ReplyDeleteyou will be really lucky if you find a hubby that can cook.
I suck at cooking, really. I look at a recipe and think, oh yeah I can pull that off. and it turns out to be a disater, then none of my family wants to eat it, blah!
and my mil can cook, so Ihave a high bar as a wife to meet.
Oh, and I just burned sauce yesterday too! and I have had the firemen come to my apt more than once for something burning on the stove!