I haven’t posted very much lately. There isn’t much that I have wanted to talk about. Politics has sucked the life out of everyone. Social justice just isn’t that interesting anymore. What more can be said? Hell, now it is turning on itself. I like to do reviews. So close to the release of Horizon: Zero Dawn. Though, I get the feeling that that review will come out a long time later, because I am going to play as much of that game as I can before I put out my review. I want you all to know if it’s good or not. All the reviews i am seeing thus far are giving me lots of hope. However, something recently came to my attention today. Something that worked the cockles of my little black heart.
My cousin believes that men and women can’t be friends. He’s stupid like that. The proof came from nowhere else than having a girly-mate over to my old place for one last good meal there before I leave it to its folly. In my new apartment, and it is fantastic. This girly-mate of mine is married, quite happily. We worked together at my job at the college library. There is absolutely no sexual tension between us. We make each other laugh, and have fun just talking and enjoying one-another’s company. Since it was the send-off to my shitty old place and the shitty “kitchen” that I had, I wanted to go big. Decided to make something really special.
On Facebook, I follow a TON of the pages that have the little cooking videos from an overhead angle. I love that shit. Since I love to cook, it appeals to me. And now I FINALLY have a kitchen to do it! You all have no idea how happy this makes me. Already got a ton of ideas. And since I am now interviewing for a job that is a step up from where I am now, my hope is to get ahead. Needless to say, things are pretty alright. My new place doesn’t have a microwave. That is a problem. One I will solve on Craigslist, eventually. Along with a mixer and other things. And a slow cooker. Definitely that.
Back to my story, I had this friend over, and I made something really unique – Tuscan chicken in angel hair pasta. Here is a pic I took of it.
It was a giant pain the ass. It took a lot of patience and being willing to test myself. I didn’t measure things out specifically. I winged a lot of it, and you know what – it was worth it. The final product was one of the finest things I have ever made. It was a fantastic night. The two of us were stuffed to the point that we couldn’t even have the fantastic dessert I had planned. No complaints. Was awesome. However, I am going somewhere with this.
The thing I have learned after years of making food is that nothing makes a social gathering come together more than homemade food with good conversation and laughter from people. Just getting to talk about the process of making and sharing in the meal that I made with another person was some of the most fun I have had in years. With a proper kitchen, I truly want to see if I can make something fantastic with as many people as I can.
Over the years, I have watched my cooking talents go from strength to strength. Sure, there have been mistakes along the way. Some truly amazing fuck-ups that blow my freaking mind. But in the midst of all of those have come experiments in taste that blow my mind. The first time I made bagels from scratch. Laborious, time-consuming, but getting to bit into the final product made that all worth it. Every holiday I make a new kind of cheesecake. Last year it was pumpkin cheesecake. Okay, but not great. I am planning on doing stromboli, one of these months. As I sit in my new place, and eat a fresh naval orange, I am inspired to see what I can come up with next. Experimenting with fruit salad, the kind of salad I actually like. Making pan-fried potatoes for a guest, something that I am so fucking good at. Just ask my old man. He likes my kind of pan-fried better than my mother’s, and that’s saying something.
Good food is a gift. One that I want to share with as many people as I can before my death wish comes for me. And for all you guys out there, if you’re single, there is no excuse. Learn to fucking cook! Women will swoon if you can make their taste buds ring. Then you might be able to get their pussy to follow suit. I got a cousin to prove wrong, and all the time in the world to do it. What are you all’s thoughts? Let me know down in the Comments.
Until next time, a quote,
“Much like traveling, meals eaten alone are dull and without flavor.” – The Count, Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo