So, I’m starting a blog.
I’ve actually been attempting to do something like this for months now. My girlfriend Tracy is an avid blogger, and has a continual stream of blogs which she will start, begin to get an audience with, and then promptly euthanize before anything significant becomes of it. I think over the last year and a half she’s murdered a good seven or so blogs. During all of this, she’s constantly peppered me with requests to start up a blog. I have a lot to say, I enjoy writing, and I’m opinionated… just very, very lazy. I could never think of a theme, as I think I’m hardly interesting enough to warrant the egocentrism I associate with blogs.
But then… there’s cooking.
See, I love food. Really love it. Adore it. All types. I can nosh on a hamburger from Wendy’s and enjoy it if drunk enough, or I can find myself at a fine dining establishment (usually subsidized by the parents) and enjoy that as well. I know poor cooking, I know good cooking. I also LOVE to cook.
So hey, start a cooking blog, and here we are.
Rather than a simple list of brilliant recipes I come up with and great places I eat at, this is going to be more of an attempt at self improvement. See, I enjoy cooking, and I’m not bad at it. However, I’m somewhat limited, have a few HUGE gaps in my knowledge, and I’m very, very, messy. I don’t want to be messy any more. Fuck that. I’m twenty-seven, Tracy is starting to get all moony about marriage and kids and so that’s very likely in the next few years.
The Mission:
My mission here is to become a cook worthy of praise from a serious professional, and a cook who can also keep a kitchen neat, tidy, and stacked with good, well kept equipment. At the moment, I am a cook who can whip up some tasty meals and leave a trail of destruction in my wake. Good knives treated like crap, an ovens caked with burned refuse, and kitchen counters that somehow have had the shadow of a comb burned into them, like the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust.
Hopefully a couple of times a week I’ll be posting recipes I’m attempting, the results – good and bad, and what the place is looking like when I’m completed. I encourage both of the people who are likely to end up reading this blog to comment, criticize, and let me know what I need to do in order to GET BETTER at this.
Oh, my name is Dave. Howd’ja do?
Dave!
First of all I love this idea. As long as I can remember you have been a food junky/enthusiast and your mission to create great meals on a VERY low budget have amazed me. Your want to know the history about everything you cook(anyone know the history of how to eat bratwurst? Dave does) is also a special touch. Yes, I agree you are messy and my first piece of advice is to prep, prep, prep. I know it takes a few minutes but if you’re planning ahead it’s worth it. The time you take to prep before will be made up in the time you clean your kitchen after.
I’m very excited about this. I, like my brother really enjoy food and search for new things to eat and sometimes cook.
Kidding. I’m looking forward to pushing myself and becoming a better cook. Good luck, Dave.
I’ll just have my boyfriend follow these recipes
xoxo
Megan
Woo! I’m actually getting MUCH better at prep. One of the reasons I learned to be so messy at cooking is I’d try to throw together something quick in a half hour, leaving a tornado of destruction behind me. But, like the chicken dish I blogged on, I was prepping hours in advance (sauce & coleslaw), and it’s a skill I’m picking up. Thanks for taking a look and commenting, Meg!
David,
Notice the ‘id’, a mother’s perogative. This is excellent and you are an excellent cook. I do like part two – keeping a tidy kitchen. When you learn, let the rest of us in on the secret.
The best story I can remember happened when we had just moved to Athabasca. He was about 5 years old and we had taken him to friends who farmed organic beef. My friend introduced him to the steer that would soon become dinner. Later we had friends from the city over for supper and David said “You are eating Herman. He was a very polite steer”.
Always know where dinner comes from.
Best of luck with this David.
Mum