Me and the Kitchen

Err...I have a little embarrassing confession to make about myself, so quick post before I begin my night reading. I had a great, great meal with friends tonight. The company was awesome, but the part that really amazed me was how yummy the meal was. We had Thai green curry with chicken, eggplant, and bamboo shoots, a Chinese broccoli and mushroom dish, and ground pork sauteed with chili peppers. Everything was perfectly flavored. In my mind, I couldn't get over how tender the chicken was. And it was home cooked.

By a guy.

In my life, I think I am incredibly blessed with males who can cook really well. There's my dad, who used to be a professional chef. My ex-boyfriends were culinary talents. A good number of my guy friends range from being decent to amazing cooks. So I'm really lucky because sometimes I'll reap the benefits of being able to eat whatever they make. And then, it makes me realize how incompetent I am. Out of a combination of not living on my own enough and having enough time to improve my cooking skills, plus I guess just being impressively horrible naturally, I can't cook to save my life. [Refer to my cooking fiasco in a previous post.] And being surrounded by guys who are such good cooks highlight my sense of inferiority. In no way do I think that because I am female that I should be a good cook, but it's a skill I feel is necessary to have for many reasons.

The problem is, I don't know if there's hope for me. Based on past experience, it's going to take a lot of learning and patience...-_____-