After almost 10 years of trying, I feel like I’m finally getting the hang of cooking. It turns out that actually what I needed was having a romantic partner and a desire to impress them, as well as to live in a place where dining out is savagely expensive that if I want delicious Mexican food, I’m going to have to learn how to cook it myself. I’ve tried all kinds of new recipes, my favourite being Andrew Rea’s swedish meatballs which is probably my favourite thing I’ve ever cooked. I’ve even laid to rest much of the anxiety I previously had about cooking for other people, so much so that inviting a friend round for dinner is now on the brink of being my preferred method of socialising.
I’m relieved to finally have discovered how to enjoy something that is such a cornerstone of our health. Perhaps this is a big step towards being a legitimate adult?