Making Dinner
My parents never taught me how to cook anything. If I asked them, they would happily tell me how things were made but I never asked.
By the time I got to college, I still didn’t cook anything. I lived in the dorms the first two years which meant that I ate in the cafeteria all the time or ate potato chips in my room. By my third year in college I moved to an apartment which meant that I had to start figuring out how to feed myself. I think all I ever bought at the grocery store were varieties of microwave foods like hot pockets, pizza, and frozen dinners.
I tried cooking twice. One time I made some pork chops which were disgusting. The recipe made some oily gravy and I think I cooked the shit out of it. The second recipe I tried was some stew with meat and potatoes. That went horribly wrong because I guess I didn’t stir it or something and just left it simmering forever. This caused something to burn in the soup and there were flecks of ashes from something swimming in it. Every sip tasted like an ash tray. Of course I didn’t try to eat much it and dumped it. I made a huge amount.
After that I completely stopped trying to cook for a very long time.
Now I try to cook several times a week. It’s nice to have someone to cook for. It’s not really fun cooking for yourself. When you cook for yourself you cut a lot of corners and don’t try as hard. When you cook for someone else, you’re trying to do a good job. If I get salmonella, I don’t care. I’d care more if I gave Mandy salmonella.
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February 2, 2010
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