I have adamantly resisted cooking, and succeeded at not doing it, for the better part of my entire life.
- While growing up, if mom wasn’t home to cook? I’d convince dad to take us out!
- Once I could drive, I go out myself
- Hungry in college? I’d go to the dining hall!
- And for the past 6 years, I’ve either gotten take out, ate at the restaurant I work at, or my WONDERFUL man-friend would cook! The best part is HE LIKES TO!
I even messed up grocery shopping one too many times that for the last 4 years, I haven’t even had to do that, except on the rarest of occasions!
On the rare occasion I do cook, something usually gets burnt, someone is yelling (man-friend), someone (me) is usually crying and there is a very likely chance the fire alarm is going off.
After the Apple Pie incident of 15′ – where a pan was not placed under the pie and leakage occurred (do the math) I haven’t even touched the oven (except to clean it)…
When I decided to start the Whole 30, I knew I would have to cook for myself, as himself didn’t want to eat / cook this way… Fine, no problem, I need to make a change in my life and GODDAMMIT I am going to learn to cook.
On the very first day, I woke up and successfully made scrambled eggs with peppers and onions, cut an avocado (without cutting myself) and had some delicious cantaloupe.
Good start right? YES!
Dinner…. Well that was another story. (Unfortunately I do not have any pictures as the whole experience was traumatizing).
Lets start with the recipe – an ambitious hash brown crusted veggie quiche….
Followed the recipe, which called for a spring form pan! WOOHOO I had that!
Prepped the shredded potatoes with the oil (per the recipe) oiled the pan and pressed in the potatoes and put pan in the oven.
Then I started to sauté the veggies…. And I Start. Seeing. Smoke. Cue the smell of burning, cue the billow of smoke as I opened the oven to see whats going on and cue yelling…
The scene unfolded much like this:
A: AH HELP!
In case you didn’t already realize, the spring form pan wasn’t sealed (as it was cheap) and the oil leaked… There also wasn’t a pan underneath, because why would that be there????
MF: AH *Slew of Expletives* ( ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
(Attempts to turn off fire alarm, then pulls the whole thing down)
Other FIRE ALARM (upstairs)
MF: OH COMMON!!!!! *Slew of Expletives*
MF: WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO COOK!
A: SORRY! I WAS TRYING TO MAKE DINNER!!!
The scene unfolded from there in a fun yelling match with ended in me taking cooking lessons from the beautiful soul that is my aunt!
Since that fateful night, I have asked questions, learned and taken mental notes!
Thankfully we haven’t had a fire alarm incident (they’re still detached) since then…
Today however (and the fodder for this post) was I attempted to cook Bacon. Mama Bear gave me instructions on how to cook it in the oven and I followed them meticulously – even reduced time given that I saw it was cooking quickly! I like bacon on the crispier side, I was going to let it go 15 minutes… At 13 minutes, I smelt burning…. Immediately shut off the oven, and found this….
Solid first attempt and I mean I like it crispy…. But that is REALLY crispy.
Upside: I learned how my oven works and the speed at which it cooks!
The adventure continues! Stay tuned! Never a dull moment when it comes to Aly in the Kitchen!