Episode One: Freestyle

In an attempt to assist my desire to learn to cook, C got me several cookbooks for Christmas.  I was still living on my own at the time, and while I appreciated the intention, I admit that these books were soon forgotten.  They remained in the box in which they came, until I decided to use the box for something else.  Then they found a home on the floor under my bed.  When I looked through the recipes on the off chance that I felt domestic, I immediately decided I was not interested in the offerings simply because I didn't have the ingredients readily available.

After we moved in together, the books were unpacked and I remembered that they existed.  However, on one of the first nights we were in our new apartment, we were hungry and didn't have much food around.  I promptly decided I could make something for dinner, and began to exercise my mad cooking skills.  I cast aside the idea of consulting a recipe, and instead whipped together some sautéed mushrooms, pasta and a 'brown butter sauce' (melted, burnt butter).  I would provide a step-by-step analysis of the preparation of the ingredients... but I think anyone with a brain can figure that out.

Unfortunately my culinary excellence was not appreciated by either of us.  We ate dinner, had way too much pasta left over, and threw most of the 'meal' away.  This is Evidence A of my pitiful foreknowledge of anything related to food.  Dear reader, do not think poorly of me, I promise that in future dishes I will bore you a little less.


Newb: 0  Food: 1

♥ Ashley