Maybe if I could cook, I would feel more fulfilled in life. I mean, I am a woman after all. What have I been doing, wasting time learning about financial accounting? I should have been spending more time in the kitchen.
I’m actually being somewhat serious. I wish I could actually make food. Not because I am a woman, but because I have to eat in order to live and no one is here to cook for me. Here is a comprehensive list of things I know how to make:
- Frozen vegetables
- Peanut butter sandwiches
- Scrambled eggs
I think that’s it. Becoming vegetarian this year meant that I had to branch out on my cooking (i.e. start adding chopped banana to my PB sandwiches), so I’ve started experimenting with some basic recipes. I also got a slow cooker, and with it I’ve made a decent chili and a first-attempt minestrone soup that feels more like another chili.
How do people even learn to cook? Is it practice? Should I maybe try a recipe more than just the one time? Maybe I should spend a couple days in the past where that was all I’d be good for, and then bring my domestic skillset back to the world where I can actually accomplish other things with my life.
There just isn’t enough time in the day for real food. It’s a good thing I can’t afford takeout, because if I could I guarantee I’d never cook again.