I’ve always been intrigued by cooking. As a kid, my favorite toys were a Little Tikes kitchen and an Easy Bake Oven. Instead of building castles in the sandbox, I’d make sand tortellini. Once while my mom was baking cookies, I mixed carrots, celery and milk in a bowl and put it in the fridge, convinced it would turn into some miracle dinner that of course tasted delicious. Spoiler alert: it was not a miracle and it did not taste delicious.
Although I always seemed to have an interest in cooking, I never really learned how. My mom cooked, but as a single mother with three young kids, she didn’t have much time. She’d cook on the weekends or on special occasions, but many meals were meant to be quick and easy as she chauffeured us from band camp to football practice to parent-teacher conferences.
Since I’ve lived on my own, I’ve made several attempts to learn how to cook and most have been fairly unsuccessful. My kitchens have been very small, my schoolwork got in the way, my roommates ordered pizza, excuses, excuses, excuses.
But then, in January, I moved to Chicago. I found an amazing apartment with a kitchen nicer than anywhere I’ve ever lived. I find myself with a lot of free time and access to any ingredient I could ever imagine.
With this great opportunity I’ve been given, I’ve decided to teach myself how to cook. However, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself, it’s that I have to have guidelines if I want to stick with a goal, otherwise I say screw it, order takeout and watch Friends for the millionth time.
Here are the rules:
- Make at least four meals a week from home
- Try to make them as healthy as possible
- Limit shortcuts
So, with that, I’m going to use my blog as a place to keep recipes, share disasters, and post photos of my dog drooling over plates of poorly posed food. I hope you enjoy it.
Follow my food Instagram to see what I've already made.