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Cooking Fun - Monday, June 11, 2007
I volunteered to cook today's dinner for my family, since I really need to get better at cooking if I'm going to survive on my own someday. So tonight was my first time cooking (almost) entirely on my own for them. My dad was nice enough to come in and help me cut up some chicken, though probably because I was taking way too long with things and he was getting hungry. It took me no less than two and a half hours to make two things: soup and chow mein.
The soup was made from ground turkey, barley, carrots, celery, onions, a dash of basil leaves, flavoring from boiled chicken, and unintentional pieces of broccoli that I needed to boil for the chow mein. Boiling the chicken in the soup ended up making things greasy, since normally we boil the chicken on its own and run the resulting broth through a fat separator. Oops.
Then it was on to the chow mein. This dish sported spaghetti noodles, chicken, mushrooms, carrots, celery, snow peas, and broccoli. I stir fried this stuff, but I used way too much oil, so the chow mein too turned out greasy. Way to go.
So the greasy grub was finally ready at 7:30, a hour later than we usually eat. My family was appreciative of my efforts, but I think the only thing I managed to do was to encourage my dad to continue being the one who does most of the cooking. Oh well. Practice makes perfect. Or in my case, practice makes decent. Perfection has to wait.
The soup was made from ground turkey, barley, carrots, celery, onions, a dash of basil leaves, flavoring from boiled chicken, and unintentional pieces of broccoli that I needed to boil for the chow mein. Boiling the chicken in the soup ended up making things greasy, since normally we boil the chicken on its own and run the resulting broth through a fat separator. Oops.
Then it was on to the chow mein. This dish sported spaghetti noodles, chicken, mushrooms, carrots, celery, snow peas, and broccoli. I stir fried this stuff, but I used way too much oil, so the chow mein too turned out greasy. Way to go.
So the greasy grub was finally ready at 7:30, a hour later than we usually eat. My family was appreciative of my efforts, but I think the only thing I managed to do was to encourage my dad to continue being the one who does most of the cooking. Oh well. Practice makes perfect. Or in my case, practice makes decent. Perfection has to wait.