Over the course of many months, I taught myself how to cook. I read books, I watched videos, I griped to my mom as she gave me advice over shots of vodka, and eventually I got to the point where I wasn’t “bad.” I also wasn’t “great,” but it sounds better to say “not bad.”
Just when I thought I could pass as a decent cook, my daughter was diagnosed with serious allergies to dairy, eggs, peanuts, and most recently, pumpkin. We first discovered these allergies because I was eating these things while breastfeeding and she was reacting to them passing into my milk. Now she’s a toddler and she LOVES to eat, but cooking isn’t the simple task it used to be. I’m learning to cook all over again as I stumble through the world of alternative milks, vegan cheeses, and flax seed eggs.
Also, I still can’t cook potatoes worth shit.
I hope you kick back and stay awhile. I’d offer you some cookies, but I’ve most likely burned them.