Whenever bloggers begin to generate ideas for their new blogs, the common advice given is to write about something that you are passionate about. While I wouldn’t deny that I am passionate about food, I am definitely not passionate about cooking it. The rise of fast-food and the growth of frozen entrees, make cooking seem illogical to “cooks” like myself. After all, why cook when Lean Cuisine can make a substantially more tastily fettuccine alfredo than I can? I have always liked food I can microwave. When I turned 5, I asked my mom if for my birthday dinner I could have TV dinners. Horrified but unable to deny my request, I ate a TV dinner while the rest of my family chewed on the latest version of my mom’s meatloaf. Now, however, as a young, “sophisticated” adult, I don’t eat TV dinners anymore. I eat “frozen entrees,” the sanitized, adult, term for TV dinners. I am also further deterred from cooking because I don’t know how to cook; the skill, or “art” of cooking is becoming as obsolete as the social networking site MySpace. In college, I subsist on eggs, bread, bean tacos, string cheese sticks, raisins, and the never-fail peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. However, despite my reservations, I would like to learn how to cook, because unlike MySpace, some things should not be lost. For Christmas this year, I asked my mom for a three ingredient cookbook, thinking that would suit my skill level. Instead, I got the 10th edition of Betty Cooker’s cookbook. My mom said it was “a good all around cookbook,” which I am sure it is if you know the difference between chopping and julienning a vegetable. However, since I need a little motivation to cook, I decided I would blog about it, since a blog would provide readers with amusing anecdotes about my cooking fiascos, as well as provide a forum where I could get some advice.
