I've never had to cook for myself before. There, I said it. Deep breath now. Even after being married for almost a year, my mother-in-law cooks pretty much every night (talk about being spoiled, huh?). But that's about to change. And I'm scared. Yep, I am.
If you were to ask me to bake 200 cupcakes by this weeks end, I'd feel a lot more confident about that than having to cook a meal. I'm a baker. I do cookies and cakes. If you give me a recipe, I can follow it to the tee. Ask me to add a "pinch" (now what exactly constitutes a pinch?!) of salt and gauge something by how it tastes... you've pretty much kicked me off the horse.
But I'm thankful that my husband isn't a fussy eater. I'm the one with the long, and ever growing, won't-eat list. No chili / hot sauce, nothing that has eyes and can look at me, no raw fish (I'm a all-you-can-eat sashimi waster!), not a fan of seafood... and it continues.
The extent of my cooking expertise goes as far as my brother's DS game, "Cooking Mama" (featured above).
As I said, moving out is all about adventure... and adventurous eating I suppose.
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