I’m almost 27 years old and I’m finally learning how to cook.
Key word: “learning.”
Though my intentions are good and my will is strong, I am about as talented in the kitchen as an armless person is at swimming. In a nutshell, this is me: I have a knack for overcooking and undercooking, I dirty 18 dishes for one meal when three would have sufficed, I get flustered when I have to cook multiple things at once, and–most importantly–I’m afraid to step out of my comfort zone. Terms like al dente, emulsion, and compote scare the bejesus out of me. I stay far away from anything that involves bacon–not because I don’t like bacon, but because I’ve never cooked it. Anything breaded is a guaranteed disaster. And then there’s meat…
Meat is my worst enemy. For the longest time my rule was, If it’s not charred, it’s not cooked all the way. I have a phobia of undercooked meat, which means I often cook meat until it’s dry and tasteless. Only once in a blue moon do I brave cooking any meat other than chicken and ground beef, because I’m afraid I’ll ruin it out of fear of preparing it wrong. I get nervous just purchasing meat I’ve never cooked, so imagine what I’m like behind the stove.
Truth is, even though I have a lot of learning to do, I’ve developed a passion for cooking and I’ll be damned if I don’t become an admirable chef. To do this, I have made a promise to myself: to step out of my comfort zone and learn something new about cooking each week. I will document my experiences here as I teach myself to be a great cook by overcoming my culinary fears.
As children, we had to learn the ropes of life through our experiences. Reading, writing, riding a bike, tying our shoes, washing our hair. Embarking on this adventure, I feel like a child. I’m going into it with little knowledge, but I plan to laugh and cry through my fair share of failures and successes until it becomes as simple as tying my shoes. Me cook yummy one day!