On cooking

In the last month I’ve finally started to learn how to cook. So far I’ve learned that it isn’t as difficult as it looks, and that even a moron (me) can cook. It’s only a matter of collecting the ingredients and following the recipes. My mom spent the first 20 years of my life trying to get me interested in cooking and making my own meals. She failed miserably, but by no fault of her own. I was very resistant to the whole idea. Why learn to cook when your mom makes superior meals for you everyday? I failed to think long term and when I moved up here to Davis, I could only make 4 things, scrambled eggs, macaroni and cheese, quesadillas, and Top Ramen noodles. Those and some frozen meals pretty much got me through my first year here. You can only take so much of that kind of thing though before you go crazy. I mostly just didn’t eat. Very healthy of me I know, but that too gets tiresome. So I bought a cookbook and another one and with some encouragement (translation: a lot of encouragement and coaching) from Diana I started cooking. It turns out it’s a lot of fun and tasty! We’ve picked up an Indian and an Italian cookbook and I go through those and find recipes that I like, I show them to Diana and then we have dinner dates where I cook for her or she cooks for me. Of course this is always at her place, the kitchen in place is disgusting all the time, my roommate cooks but never cleans. The cleaning is by far the worst part, it seems the better the meal you make the more dishes it requires you to dirty. Great meals require a 30 minute dish washing session at minimum, good meals take about 15.

I’m having fun and learning a lot, the problem now is that I’m always looking for more recipes and spending way to much time scouting out the cooking section at Borders!

Author: Jonathon

Would rather be out swimming, running, or camping. Works in state government. Spent a youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.

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