Cooking Dud

I don’t cook a lot.  There’s a reason for that.  Mostly, I get too lazy to follow the recipe entirely and I add things that weren’t there or take out things that should be there.  I’m not one of those types that can do that and have it turn out amazingly delicious.  Typically, it turns out wrong.  Blech.  Yuck.

But I’m trying to change!  I’m trying to be a cooker.  One who cooks.  I even blared Rilo Kiley and drank a beer to maximize my cooking enjoyment.  Last night’s dinner (baked cod and a chickpea side dish) turned out magnifique!  However, I also used last night to cook a nice, big vat of spinach and mushroom soup that turned out ridiculously bland, especially considering how many ingredients it required.

I’m saddened by my culinary skills (or lack thereof).  I want to be better at cooking!  A few weeks ago I made twice-baked potatoes that were to die for, so I know that it is possible for me to make delicious food.  Guess I just have to try a little harder.

Since this blog is really supposed to be about my YA writing, let’s just go back through and substitute “writing” for “cooking.”  OK, when I read back over it that way, it still doesn’t make a lot of sense.  Especially the first paragraph.  But if you go to the second paragraph, it’s semi-insightful.  Right?

No.  This is really just a blog bemoaning how I suck at cooking.  Oh well.  Better luck next time.

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