It Begins

Up until last May, I could probably count the number of times I actually cooked a meal on both hands...Well, maybe on one hand. I am not talking about nuking a can of Chef Boyardee or making some Ramen, because trust me I did plenty of that. I am talking about full on from scratch cooking.

Suddenly at the end of May I was done with school and realized that I had been pampered in my campus life. In the suburbs you are not a few blocks from anything. I was no longer able to get my 2 a.m. burritos or decide on a whim I was going to walk to get the best Korean food in town. Instead I had to cook...

Luckily it turns out I like cooking, and heck I might even get good at it. In the last six months, I have mastered, or at least I like to think I have, the basics. I learned how to chop veggies, how to use the oven, and to time making a whole meal. I learned how to make spaghetti (with nothing from a jar included!), tacos, and meatloaf among other basics. It went well, I only had one or two flops, but I found we were eating the same thing pretty much every week. As good as it was, a girl can only take so much stir fry and sloppy joes before she goes mad.

So here I am six months later. I have the blue prints, but it is time to go from comfort food to actually being able to cook. Hopefully I will use this blog to document my attempts, successes and failures. Wish me luck.