Can you blame me for wanting to chop and dice at two hundred
miles an hour? Yeah, I move fast in the kitchen, in fact I look like a Tasmania
Devil on steroids. But I want to chop like the big boys and girls do on the food
network. I want to make chopping look pretty. Is that too much to ask? Therefore,
I have enlisted the help of a trained chef. He is showing me how is done.
We started yesterday as a matter of fact. He asked me to
chop some thyme, and after my very sad and pathetic attempt, he took over and
pulverized the poor herb. It was a thing of beauty. I just need to practice
some more and lose the irrational fear or inadvertently chopping a finger two.
We also made some delicious Gnocchi, from scratch, it was my
first time eating it; it is easy to make and cook. He also showed me how to
make a very delicious and pretty salad that he dubbed “too pretty”. It was in
fact very pretty, but his wife did not think it was “too pretty”, neither did
I.
I had a great time and allowed myself to eat things I have
never tried before, and guess what? I liked all, stinky cheese and all. There
was no meat in sight and still I found it all delicious. We will of course
remedy that next week, I figured one meatless meal would not kill me, but is
about enough for me. I am going to BJs and getting myself a big hunk of ribeye
steaks large enough to feed a small army for next week’s adventure.
I tried to duplicate the Gnocchi at home earlier today and
the result I am pleased to say, was very satisfying.
I am learning fine cooking skills and at the same time I am
letting myself experience new things; a few months before my thirty-fourth
birthday and I am still growing and discovering new things about myself. What
more can a girl ask for?
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