Me like eat food. Yum.
Feb. 5th, 2004 06:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xyzzysqrlI am a square.
Daddy-o, I've got the leet skillz in one of four crazy areas, y'dig it? My particular brand of funk ...can we start this again? Let's start this again. Okay. Sorry.
I am a square. It's become clear to me that really, there's four cornerpoints to the surface area of my mind, and I focus on those corners way more often than I should. They're gaming, anime, reading, and... the most recent point, which stretched this out of a tripod shape, cooking. I've become very interested in cooking, largely because the more I do it, the more I can see that alchemy isn't dead, so much as bled over into a different field. Mixing, heating, waiting for arcane blends to take shape and infuse with flavor... It's fun, drat it.
The problem here is that I have a small apartment kitchen, and that the woof prefers plainly flavored foods to anything else. (No condiments, sauces, spices, etc.) Which is a good thing, it keeps me humble. Tonight, if I can manage it, we'll be having bacon-wrapped chicken. It's my first time, and I can't wait to give it a try.
The thing is, I'm getting curious about elements of cooking theory that just aren't all that practical to do for just myself, or involve doing odd things to other odd things, or the like. Tempted as I may be to make a roast rubbed in seasonings and covered in drippings, if I have to eat it all myself, where's the fun in that?
So it's beginning to look like I might end up taking a job at a restaurant or fast food place ANYway just to have somewhere to cook and try to make it not suck. As a bonus, if working to make food for a living under crappy conditions doesn't make me want to give up cooking, then I've got an obsession that will linger and cement itself into the pillars of my mind, as opposed to one that will collapse and leave me a tripod once more.
Daddy-o, I've got the leet skillz in one of four crazy areas, y'dig it? My particular brand of funk ...can we start this again? Let's start this again. Okay. Sorry.
I am a square. It's become clear to me that really, there's four cornerpoints to the surface area of my mind, and I focus on those corners way more often than I should. They're gaming, anime, reading, and... the most recent point, which stretched this out of a tripod shape, cooking. I've become very interested in cooking, largely because the more I do it, the more I can see that alchemy isn't dead, so much as bled over into a different field. Mixing, heating, waiting for arcane blends to take shape and infuse with flavor... It's fun, drat it.
The problem here is that I have a small apartment kitchen, and that the woof prefers plainly flavored foods to anything else. (No condiments, sauces, spices, etc.) Which is a good thing, it keeps me humble. Tonight, if I can manage it, we'll be having bacon-wrapped chicken. It's my first time, and I can't wait to give it a try.
The thing is, I'm getting curious about elements of cooking theory that just aren't all that practical to do for just myself, or involve doing odd things to other odd things, or the like. Tempted as I may be to make a roast rubbed in seasonings and covered in drippings, if I have to eat it all myself, where's the fun in that?
So it's beginning to look like I might end up taking a job at a restaurant or fast food place ANYway just to have somewhere to cook and try to make it not suck. As a bonus, if working to make food for a living under crappy conditions doesn't make me want to give up cooking, then I've got an obsession that will linger and cement itself into the pillars of my mind, as opposed to one that will collapse and leave me a tripod once more.
