12:13 a.m. - 2005-01-04
Cooking up a storm
I cracked open my new meat thermometer just now in anticipation of the roast beef I'm cooking tomorrow for Diana's birthday. If you'd told me a year ago that I'd be really excited about a meat thermometer, I'd have told you to piss off, but here I am, all anticipating sticking a spike in a roast.
Oh, how things change.
Since moving out in July, I've discovered that I actually quite like to cook. My dad is a bit of a cooking diva, you see, so I never really thought that I liked to cook because in my house, Cooking involved three hours and a lot of wine and usually resulted in some weird fancy thing that I didn't like much. When my dad was away and my mum was cooking, we had things like souffles and cheese bakes and other fairly basic but delicious things, but it never occurred to me that cooking was actually kind of fun.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still essentially incompetent. I can't make very many things, and I tend to need a lot of people to tell me that things are edible and even good before I'm willing to accept it, and I'm sure nobody likes eating my cooking since it requires a compliment every two bites, but I'm finding it very satisfying to survey my freezer full of tasty options (another thing that never happened at home - my parents are daily stops at the store people) and know that I'm capable of cooking most of them in a semi-delicious fashion.
So tomorrow, we're having medium rare roast beef, potatoes, and yorkshire puddings. Dessert is going to be ice cream made in my new ice cream maker. Yum.
