mmmmeal

I love cooking for myself, and I get a huge kick out of it when it’s food I took for granted as a kid but miss as an adult.  Tonight’s meal was a run-of-the-mill meatloaf (ground beef, tomato, onion, whole clove garlic, egg, breadcrumbs), mashed potatoes (I used Idaho because it’s all Pitaland had), and brussel sprouts, coated in a swiss gravy (rue, chicken stock, milk, shredded swiss cheese).  Here I sit, stuffed like a turkey, secure in the knowledge that I can satisfy my appetite on, like, five dollars’ worth of groceries.   It’s a glamorous life I lead, people.

If you want to do anything in the arts, and you haven’t taught yourself to cook, do it.  Get a cookbook (I keep the Joy of Cooking around, it’s what my mother swore by), learn to read and follow the directions, and feel out a few recipes until you feel comfortable messing around with it.  It’s insanely easy, and once you start doing it, you’ll be amazed at how much you can do without going to a restaurant.   Also, you’ll eat healthier, as most chefs in your favorite restaurants will just toss a stick of butter on a pan without batting an eye (which tastes AMAZING, but will KILL you.)

Oh, and women dig it.  Almost as much as they dig bald guys.