So that whole cooking thing…

It’s actually pretty fun. I’ve learned a few things already. For example:

My kitchen is small, but because I am my mother’s daughter, and clean as I go, I’m able to work all right in it. I have a great sense of accomplishment when I take all the pieces and parts, throw them together, and the outcome is good. I’m grateful I’m in a position to be able to afford the groceries to cook on a whim, because that wasn’t always the case. If I continue to cook foods heavy in dairy I’m going to have to work out twice as much in the gym, so I’m going to try to find some healthy stuff too. I like the time it takes to prepare and cook food. It keeps me busy, it keeps my mind occupied, and I can share with those who might want some. Because most recipes are made for families, and well, it’s just me here. In the future I think I’ll try to cut recipes in half, but I didn’t this time, and can share with a girlfriend and her daughter. There will be a lot of trial and error in this. I don’t like working with raw chicken. I shouldn’t wait until 9:00 to go to the grocery store to start. I’d like a lot more spices in my cupboard. I’m making spaghetti tomorrow night.

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I like learning – this has been fun so far. Last week Jennie and I made buffalo chicken dip and salsa rolls. This week, I made broccoli chicken casserole. I have left over chicken, broccoli and rice (separately) because I misjudged the size of my dish, so I’ll figure out what to do with that tomorrow. Tonight, what I can say is, I enjoy cooking so far, and although I’m starting off with easy things, at least I’m starting off.

(I’ll be working diligently in the gym tomorrow)

For now, I’m watching the end of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2 and going to bed What a great start to my weekend!

Books books books!

I love to read. Love it. I have, since I was a very little girl, say 3 or 4. If a book has the ability to catch my interest, I tend to go overboard. I’ll finish a novel in a day. I have the tendency to get lost in a book, and lose track of time, forget to eat, ignore the phone, and realize how cut off I’ve been once I shut the book for good. I’m also a re-reader. You read that right. I clearly remember my dad offering me 5 bucks to read the prologue of The Da Vinci Code because I was lying across a chair in the living room, reading the 4th Harry Potter book for probably the 7th time. I still have books on my bookshelf from elementary school. The BFG, with the corner chewed off. Where the Red Fern Grows, which makes me cry every time, but is so good I can’t stop reading it. The Cay, Call of the Wild, all sorts of childhood books. They’re fun to go back and revisit. My dad has loaned me several books that I really should get started on. Lately it seems I don’t have much time for reading at home. I read some at work, when things are slow.

The thing about being a voracious reader is that, I tend to struggle to find writing that challenges me. I’m currently reading some Sherlock Holmes and I love that there are words that I have to look up. I love the style of writing, the way people spoke back then. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle does an excellent job of providing the reader with details enough to imagine the place he describes. I can see the steamy ports and grimy streets and hear the clip-clop of hooves as horses travel through Tottenham Court Road. He, describes in detail things people are wearing and how they’re sitting because, by definition, the character Sherlock Holmes is a man who deduces much from little. Ah man, I love books!

Time to cook!

That’s it. I’ve found too many things on Pinterest that I want to cook to put it off any longer. I’m doing it. I’m just going to dig in and try to throw myself into the middle of it and hope to get over my stupid phobia and cook because it looks fun, its better for me, and it is a hobby that would occupy some of my time.

Here’s the thing. I think about food constantly. I obsess about it, and that isn’t something easy for me to admit. I hate it. But I think maybe, if I start to cook, I might alleviate that a little bit. It may have the opposite effect, and if it does then I’ll have to stop. But if I know what I’m making and I know what is in it and I took the time to prepare it and have some pride in what I’m doing, then maybe I’ll love it. And maybe the incessant thoughts about food will let up. And maybe I’ll find something I’m really good at. Or really suck at, but enjoy. I don’t know, I just feel like I’ve got to try.

Baked Parmesan Crusted Mayo Chicken, buffalo chicken slaw rolls, grilled asparagus with lemon zest and feta, broccoli and mozzarella stromboli, jalapeno popper grilled cheese sandwich?! salsa roll ups, honey lime chicken enchiladas…are you kidding? My stomach is ROARING right now! And that’s just the tip of the iceburg. I’ve got dips, pastas, appetizers….all kinds of yummy goodness that no one else is going to make for me, I’m a big girl. I need to just get over it and do it myself. SO I’m having movie night with my sister-in-law tomorrow and I’m going to make something to take over. I just haven’t figured out which one yet. Wish me luck!

Gourmet chef, minus the chef part

I secretly want to to be a fabulous cook. I want to make all sorts of delicious meals. I want to try things and mess up and try again and find new ways of eating things I enjoy in a way that doesn’t make me feel bad every time I sit down for a meal. I want to use family recipes or see recipes online and say, I’m gonna go home and make that. And then do it.

There’s just one teensy tiny little hang-up.

I absolutely loathe touching raw meat.

I know!

I’m ridiculous.

I don’t know when it started or why it bothers me so much. Sometimes when I think too much about what I’m actually doing, I freak myself out and have to quit. But I think I’m an ok cook, when I can get past that. Usually by opening the package with a long knife, removing the plastic with aforementioned knife, flipping said package directly into the pot or pan I’m cooking it in, and immediately cleaning the knife and my hands. Prepping chicken to cook is interesting. If I can manage, I keep the plastic between my fingers and the chicken. Most of the time that doesn’t work, so I hold it in place with a fork or another knife. But, that doesn’t keep it in place very well. I’ve thought about gloves, but what kind? And how can I guarantee that my meat won’t taste like them? I can’t be hopeless. I’ve gotten through a lot, so I’d guess that I should be able to figure out how to get past this hurdle to prepare my own food. I make all sorts of things that don’t have meat, or just require ground beef, because that is very simple to cook without touching it. Unless I want to make burgers. Sigh.

I see all these yummy recipes and I KNOW cooking at home is better for me, and cheaper. I’ll figure it out, I hope. What a silly thing, right?

A lost art

Below is a portion of an article posted on a national news website:

“The code theft from the security giant will not likely affect the average computer user or compromise his computer, an analyst told  — but the breech is certainly to leave the Fortune 500 company red faced.

 Ghosh called the security breech a real business risk more than anything else, one that may lead to a loss of confidence in Symantec and potential loss of market share for the publicly traded firm.

 The compromised code — between four and five years old — does not affect does not affect Symantec’s consumer-oriented Norton products as had been previously speculated, Symantec said.“

Did you notice the errors? No? Here, let me help.

Breech: (as defined by Merriam Webster)

1:  plural  a) Short pants covering the hips and thighs and fitting snugly at the lower edges at or just below the knee b) Pants

2:  a) At the hind end of the body : buttocks  b) Breech presentation; also : a fetus that is presented breech first

3:  the part of a firearm at the rear of the barrel

Breach:

1:  Infraction or violation of a law, obligation, tie, or standard

2:  a) a broken, ruptured, or torn condition or area   b) a gap (as in a wall) made by battering

3:  a) a break in accustomed friendly relations   b) a temporary gap in continuity : hiatus

4: a leap especially of a whale out of water

(Did you notice the repeated phrase in the last paragraph?)

I’ve lost faith in spelling and grammar. Is proofreading dead? Are people in such a hurry to get news out that proper writing abilities are overlooked for the person with the quickest fingers? If that much is true, then we have no hope for this kind of journalism. If speed is always the most desired quality, then the integrity of the writer and the company or entity he or she writes for is compromised. Since technically breech is spelled correctly, the egregious misuse of the word goes undetected by the auto check that comes with nearly every word processing program available. Maybe people aren’t taught to reread their papers anymore, or to keep a dictionary and a thesaurus around when writing a paper. (I realize I’m probably making myself sound much older than my 26 years, but seriously.) When people use words like irregardless and make mistakes with to, too and two; there, they’re and their; you’re and your; then and than; accept and except, effect and affect, which and witch (I’m not joking, I’ve seen that) lay and lie (the list goes on and on) and as I witnessed today, breech and breach…my nerd heart breaks a little. Is the ability to use correct grammar and spelling a lost art?