A little bit about this blog

Hello :)

Somehow, one way or another, you have stumbled upon my blog.  You might find the title a bit strange, considering the content of what I'm posting.  Back when I was in the 7th grade (1997) I had to enroll into a home economics class.  The teacher who was teaching the class had done so for many, many years.  Though she was a great teacher, anything she said couldn't grab my attention.  I didn't know how to use the sewing machines, I didn't understand knitting, and for our big cooking project, I chose to make spaghetti.  At the end of the class, I ended up getting a big fat F.  I failed at something all women should know how to do.  It made me nervous for the future, but that year, I also failed Spanish, and math.  Cooking was the least of my problems.  I had summer school. 

To fast forward to the future.

I moved out on my own and eventually got sick of cooking hamburger helper and macaroni and cheese.  One day a girl at work told me to make some chicken, so I went to the store, bought some, and some italian dressing.  I dove in head first just doing what she told me to do.  Put the oven on 350, put holes in the chicken, stick it in a pan, pour the italian dressing over it and stuck in it the oven.  30 minutes later I took it out and put it on the table.  My boyfriend at the time cut it open and asked me if it was supposed to be pink on the inside.  I didn't really know.  I reasoned in my head that I like my steak pink in the middle, and same with my burgers.  So, to not sound dumb, I said yeah that it was ok.  Needless to say, the next day we both called into work.  I had given us food poisoning.  Since we worked at the same place, everyone thought it was suspicious that we both called in.  They asked me when I returned to work what had happened.  I had confessed to my cooking mistake.  Still today, some ask me about my cooking, and make jokes about it.  I laugh, but I still am embarassed.

I have really enjoyed cooking, and have gotten quite the knack for it.  So I decided to start this blog.  It's more or less my way of saying "I did it".  I might have failed home ec, and given someone food poisoning, but now I can cook quite well, and I find it an adventure. (until the cleaning, then I jump ship.)

So I hope you learn something from this and have fun reading my cooking (and cleaning) adventures.  I think it will be quite therapeutic for me to write it haha