** Warning – if you are a really good cook,
the below post may horrify you, reader beware **
I’ve hinted before that I’m not a very good cook and I fear that I will shock many of you with how bad I actually am at it. I don't want to be a bad cook but food doesn’t have the same cache for me that it does for others. Food sustains me but it doesn’t feed me like other things do. Many of my friends are “foodies” and excellent cooks, which is why they are horrified at my lack of skill. There is even a rule in my apartment that no one can look in my fridge, thanks to a previous teasing that I received.
Because I'm hoping everyone will be nice, below is a picture of my fridge contents. It's actually pretty full right now, which surprises me.
So it should shock no one that my food habits mimic many of my lunch habits – I pretty much eat the same thing for dinner every week (depending on how much I will be home).
On a good week, if I’ll be home a lot after work, my dinners consist of the following:
- Chicken breast
- Hard boiled eggs
- Treat (optional)
- Pasta (sauce optional) or cereal
So when people ask why I never cook and why I don’t learn, the answer is simple: I don’t like cooking a big meal for just me.
Being single, I don’t see the need to put in a lot of effort for something I will just shove in my mouth while reading blogs and/or working from home. Maybe if I wasn't single, I would put more effort into cooking, but for now, it's just me.
I’m so embarrassed to admit this, but before “Top Chef,” I never heard about layering flavors in food or exotic words like...ceviche. In fact, when I go out, if I recognize a “Top Chef” food, I automatically order it, because if it’s good for the show, it’s good enough for me! I even asked someone if Panko bread crumbs were readily available in the grocery store and the woman thought I was actually kidding. I wasn’t.
So how did I end up being so inept in the kitchen? I didn't really grow up cooking. My mom and stepmom are both great cooks and dinner was always provided for me, but they liked to use the meal prep time as their time alone, so my brothers and I never were given sous chef duties. And then came college and pizza and more prepared meals and then here I am...still two left feet in the kitchen.
One of the items on my list is cooking a gourmet meal for my friends, which I really want to do, but given another recent teasing incident about the difference between “medium” and “medium-rare” meat, I’m shrinking back into my non-cooking shell. But even though I don't care for all the work put into creating a meal, I always appreciate and recognize others who do. I'm always complimentary and willing to help do dishes as a thank you. That counts as something right?
And that is my story about how bad I am in the kitchen and why. I'm sure many of you are shaking your heads and I bow mine in shame. But surely I can't be the only girl who isn't the best in the kitchen...am I?
Okay maybe if I am...let's change the subject then...big weekend plans for anyone out there? Bueller?