Cooking

Cooking is not as hard as I thought it was. I guess I've always been holding back because I was scared of the notion of cooking. But, recently I decided, what the hell, let's go for it. So, the first thing I made is curry chicken and veggies, and boy was I surprised. It was wonderful! To counter the spicy kick, I added honey to mellow it out and the sweetness of the honey complemented the curry spice and brought out the aroma of all the veggies; the chicken just tied all the flavors together. It was a very rewarding experience!

After that, I decided to go for something different. So, I made a potato salad and a pot of 魯味 (I'm not sure what that is in English). The salad was great. I had potaoes (duh!), apples, onions, and hard boiled eggs. I'd say that it was also a success. The 魯味was a bit of a different story. For that, I made chicken, eggs, seaweed and lots more. The first pot I made was a bit salty, but after three times, it was a pretty good success.

Today, I decided I wanted to make something totally different, so I tried French Toast. It wasn't bad. I decided to forgo syrup, because I didn't have that, so I used honey instead. And, it was as yummy! The good thing about making my own food is that I can adjust my recipe to my tastes, so I don't have to feel that the food is too greasy or too sweet (which is normally the case when I eat out).

All in all, in the past few weeks, I guess cooking has become my stress outlet. I'm no longer intimidated by it, I actually like it. I guess it's a form of self actualization, because I feel good when I succeed and I enjoy the process of perfecting a bad dish. I guess it's therapeutic.