Curry: Take Two

As I look back on this rapidly concluding semester, I feel that my cooking skills have come a long way.  In fact, I would even go so far to say as most of my food is more than edible—sometimes it even tastes good.  However, as a college student, I don’t frequent too many other food venues, so I mainly end up eating my own cooking, or the free pizza you can get from Little Casers when they close (all you need to go is go out back by the dumpster and wait for the employees to bring out the extra pizza).   Normally it is not an issue to only eat my own cooking, after all, I don’t think it is too unbearable (although I did feed the last serving of my steak fajitas to Dakota).  However, after making an Easter visit to Tyler’s parents’ house last weekend, I realized a downfall of eating your own cooking.

Whenever you only eat you own cooking, or only eat someone else’s cooking, you don’t always know what you’re missing.  After eating pork roast cooked in a perfect blend of Italian spices, loads or real mashed potatoes, honey-smoked ham, lemon bread dripping with power-sugar glaze, and homemade pumpkin pie, you realize that you are not all that great of a cook. 

So as I sit here, eating what has so far been my most flavorful recipe, I am deeply aware of how much progress I still need to make.  But that’s ok with me.  Because if I had mastered cooking in one semester, I would not longer need to keep a cooking blog; and then I could no longer provide a way for you to procrastinate on your homework any longer.  Here’s to ignoring that paper for five more minutes.