I have never considered myself to be anything special in the kitchen. I was halfway decent in high school as I was the one mainly responsible for cooking in my house (I was the only one who had time). That was all lost during 2 years in dorms feasting in the dining hall however. Recently though, I have been taking to the kitchen again. It has been a slow start however, with many a meal of hamburger helper and pizza bites along the way.
I think my main motivation has been to experiment and see what I am capable of. The Whole Foods near my house has also provided inspiration (expensive, but tons of cool stuff). Maybe it has just been the pseudo yuppie lifestyle I have been slowly acquiring since I gained a Midtown address. Who knows what it really is. I am just glad that I am starting to gain the confidence to cook something new and different for once. The good old college staples can get pretty old sometimes, and a fresh cooked hot meal made by your own hands can be pretty satisfying too.
This whole cooking thing brings me back to a conversation I had with a friend of mine late one night on a long car drive. He was considering a complete change of direction and going to culinary school. It was something that I approved of on general principles (I am all for doing whatever the hell you want, so long as it doesn't hurt others), but something I didn't emphasize much with. Thats changed lately though. I am starting to find happiness in preparing food, even though I have barely made anything yet. Maybe a cooking class will be in my future...
Labels: alliteration, food, fun, future
