Those of you who know me well know that I am not known for my fabulous cooking skills. I can follow a recipe (sort of–I call my mommy every five seconds to ask question), and I do cook for myself now and then, but overall, my cooking abilities are what you would call low. I chalk it up to lack of experience, as I balked at the idea of anything cooking-related as a child, much to my mother’s disappointment. I was zero help in the kitchen. I also chalk it up to my tendency towards being a perfectionist. It really irks me when food doesn’t come out exactly like it was supposed to, or when I don’t time the dishes correctly and the chicken is done but the rice is still cooking and the steamed veggies are getting colder by the minute. Ugh…hate that, and due to the aforementioned lack of experience…it happens more often than I would like.
So, since my cooking skills are sub-par, and I happen to have a boyfriend with chef-tastic cooking skills (he could probably throwdown with Bobby Flay), I tend to leave the cooking to him. When I ask what we (er, HE!) should make for dinner, he’ll pause for the smallest moment and then he’ll bust out something like, well how about fish tacos? Fish tacos! As in, we went and bought fresh fish and all sorts of veggie-like things I don’t know the names of, then he cooked the fish and made a slaw to put on it and made other deliciousness I couldn’t even explain. Just busted it out, no big deal. Blows my mind every time.
However. This post is not about Todd’s fabulous cooking abilities. This post is about my cooking accomplishment this past weekend. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen…I made breakfast. Don’t roll your eyes! This was a big accomplishment for me. I made bacon, eggs, and pancakes! And, get this….it was actually delicious!! Todd looked up between scrumptious bites and said, “I think this is the first time you’ve cooked for me in the entire year we’ve been together.” Wow. Uh…so, maybe I cook even less than I thought. I’m gonna beg off that one because we were long distance for 10 of those 12 months, but still. I need to get my cook on WAY more often. So, Paula Dean…watch out! I’m going to rival your cooking skills one of these days. You just watch!
Deliciousness in progress…
And the tasty result. And yes, that is a heart-shaped pancake you see. I like to put a little love in my food. Oh, and there are silver dollar pancakes too…shoutout to my Dad, who makes the best silver dollar pancakes you ever did see!
Any thoughts on a (easy) dish I should tackle next? Anything goes…breakfast, dinner, dessert…you name it, I’ll attempt it!