October 8, 2005
[sprinkles] 5:48 PM
I don't believe in gender roles. A prime example of this is Boy, who can take apart and rebuild a car, smash it, and cook a gourmet dinner for us.
I've taken baby steps toward cooking, and I'm getting better, but "baby steps" are just that - uncoordinated attempts at walking.
Thursday we tried something new from the cookbook, an asian noodle dish, and I was put in charge of the sauce. At this point in telling the story to my father, he starts laughing. Making a sauce involves measuring liquids, and measuring involves math. My father paid for 4 college math classes, 3 of which I failed, so it's no surprise as to why he chuckles.
45 minutes later, we're watching our CSI, and our eyes are watering. They're not watering because of some traumatic event on screen, or from disgust of human remains being poured out of plastic tub. No, they're watering because I put 2 tablespoons and not 2 teaspoons of cayenne pepper into the sauce.
UPDATE: Redemption was found last night with brownies and fun with frosting.
Spicy food is good for you. After the burn subsides, you get that nice happy relaxed feeling, because the spicy chemicals activate the same parts of your brain as THC (pot). ;-)
Posted by: Michael at October 8, 2005 6:58 PMactually, no. i get the "oh fuck my mouth and lips are on fire why won't it fucking end" feeling...
Posted by: kyle at October 8, 2005 7:23 PMKyle:
Don't give up in the kitchen. Practice makes perfect....so they say. Patience, my friend. :)
Love is when people endure the food you prepare (cook).
Posted by: David at October 9, 2005 4:00 AMMaybe you should stick to painting?
Posted by: johan at October 9, 2005 8:21 AMFood that makes me cry makes me happy.
Posted by: chrisafer at October 9, 2005 11:46 AMWere these brownies or "brownies".
Posted by: Matt at October 10, 2005 8:38 AMbrownies.
Posted by: kyle at October 10, 2005 2:01 PMI’ve been accused of over spicing my food too, except I do it on purpose.
Posted by: Chris at October 10, 2005 4:54 PM
