Tag: cooking

the inaugural address of a girl who cannot cook (but is trying to learn)

Good morning my corn tortillas of ambition, waiting to be filled with the ground beef of knowledge, the spicy guacamole of wisdom, the shredded cheddar of good judgement, and the iceberg lettuce of compassion.

I have gathered ye all here today to hold me accountable. I am on the path to becoming America’s Next Top Above-Average Chef and although I will most likely never check in again on my cooking ability progress, I hope you will join me in sending the Good Vibes of Justice to whatever benevolent god grants cooking abilities to slightly lazy young women.

I have the Tools of Kitchen Utility: an instant pot, an oven, lots of mismatched utensils, measuring cups and spoons, a vegetable chopper that doth not fucking work and is on my laste nerve, and a magic bullet.

It is with these tools and the ingredients readily available at Trader Joe’s that I will craft the easiest and yet shockingly yummy meals that have graced this planet.

Haters, my good people, will say it’s fake but my cooking progress hit an upward spike this year starting at around summer. By summer 2021, I may be ready for one Michelin star. Only time will tell.

I am making the entire Thanksgiving meal this week and I can smell the fear on my family’s skin.

FEAR NOT, FAMILY. FOR I AM CONFIDENT IN A 70% EDIBLE MEAL.

We’ll see how it goes, xoxo gobble girl (yikes).

living deliciously

learning to: cook and take life’s challenges gracefully.
talking to: an old friend and a younger brother.
all while: wearing high heels.

The universe feels right. Yesterday I visited a local botanist (apothecary?) from whom I bought two spider plants and two fittonias. My cat likes to chew on plants so he was also very excited to invite them into our apartment.

I was thinking of naming them after goddesses that relate to nature – Hecate, Demeter, Persephone, Gaia.

Tonight I FaceTimed NYC herself and she gave me another cooking lesson, this was #3.

NYC always makes me feel like I can do something about my life. I miss getting matcha lattes with her and spending hours shopping and talking about anything and everything. She has the best taste in music, coffee, and in life.

I am going to learn how to cook real food from scratch and not just drink two cans of Diet Coke. I made a roasted tomato sauce and poured it over a bed of baked chicken and pasta made from brown rice and black beans. It was such a success.

Today I wore high heels all day and I felt good. The backs of my legs were sore from the fire hydrant & leg lift combos in yesterday’s workout, but it was the good kind of sore where you feel proud of your efforts.

I have a four day weekend, and I plan to stay up really late and watch movies and do things that make me feel good. It is an achievement when we do not allow the actions of others to take away our spark or our self confidence. It feels great to have it wrapped around me like a cloak. Delicious actually. I believe the universe keeps challenging me but there must be a good reason why so I won’t take a single thing for granted – good and bad.

My little brother is coming to stay the weekend, so it’ll be fun to have someone to go to parks and beaches with. I want to explore somewhere new with someone old. I am taking a holiday from doing things that are the latter with someone who is the former.