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Periodically, I start wanting recipes to read. I start thinking, ooo, maybe I should cook.
And then I try it. And everyone who knows me and has seen it before, ducks and covers. I hate cooking. And I consequently stink at it. And I really have no desire to improve...except on rare occasions when other people's enjoyment of it infects me.
I usually recover from that interest about, oh, halfway through the first recipe. Cooking is tedious, boring, annoying, messy, and it would take me a lot of practice and failed attempts to get to the point where the return ratio was worth it. Cooking has been known to reduce me to yelling at things. By the time it's gone bad, I don't even care that it could probably be repaired (not that I could by myself). I just want it to go away.
There have been exceptions. For example, when my dad was improving his diet, I found a recipe for a low-fat banana bread. I forgot the egg when making it. Normally my mistakes aren't that, well, egregious, but see, I was on summer break, and I was enjoying it, but I was not really thinking.
It was wonderful. It was moist, and soft, and it stayed together, and...you really could not tell that anything was missing. I saved that recipe.
I lost it in a hard drive crash, a year or two ago, and I regret that, because I found the original recipe on a CompuServe forum, and being as I am no longer a CompuServe member...it's gone. Oh, it might be out there somewhere, but the odds of my finding it....
Even when my food turns out good, my cooking rarely does. That time I had fun. Most of the time I end up wondering why I wasted the time to do it, even if it's good...I'd rather just buy pre-made food, I really would.
Which makes me wonder why on earth I keep trying. I know better. I just get so enthusiastic reading recipes.
I'm a recipe voyeur, and maybe it's time I admit it. I can read them, and think they look delicious, but it's time I left the cooking to people who enjoy it. (Of course, I already do - I only try this once or twice a year, and that dissuades me again for a good long while.)
I'll make an exception for very VERY basic cooking. Cooking that requires almost none of my time or effort, and doesn't leave a whole host of disgusting cooking utensils - at least, not many that can't be stuck in the dishwasher. Crockpots are good. But they're sort of limited in what they produce.
And then I try it. And everyone who knows me and has seen it before, ducks and covers. I hate cooking. And I consequently stink at it. And I really have no desire to improve...except on rare occasions when other people's enjoyment of it infects me.
I usually recover from that interest about, oh, halfway through the first recipe. Cooking is tedious, boring, annoying, messy, and it would take me a lot of practice and failed attempts to get to the point where the return ratio was worth it. Cooking has been known to reduce me to yelling at things. By the time it's gone bad, I don't even care that it could probably be repaired (not that I could by myself). I just want it to go away.
There have been exceptions. For example, when my dad was improving his diet, I found a recipe for a low-fat banana bread. I forgot the egg when making it. Normally my mistakes aren't that, well, egregious, but see, I was on summer break, and I was enjoying it, but I was not really thinking.
It was wonderful. It was moist, and soft, and it stayed together, and...you really could not tell that anything was missing. I saved that recipe.
I lost it in a hard drive crash, a year or two ago, and I regret that, because I found the original recipe on a CompuServe forum, and being as I am no longer a CompuServe member...it's gone. Oh, it might be out there somewhere, but the odds of my finding it....
Even when my food turns out good, my cooking rarely does. That time I had fun. Most of the time I end up wondering why I wasted the time to do it, even if it's good...I'd rather just buy pre-made food, I really would.
Which makes me wonder why on earth I keep trying. I know better. I just get so enthusiastic reading recipes.
I'm a recipe voyeur, and maybe it's time I admit it. I can read them, and think they look delicious, but it's time I left the cooking to people who enjoy it. (Of course, I already do - I only try this once or twice a year, and that dissuades me again for a good long while.)
I'll make an exception for very VERY basic cooking. Cooking that requires almost none of my time or effort, and doesn't leave a whole host of disgusting cooking utensils - at least, not many that can't be stuck in the dishwasher. Crockpots are good. But they're sort of limited in what they produce.
