Tonight I gave my new skillet a test drive. And holy crap, y'all -- I love it! How have I managed to get along without a deep, 12-inch skillet all my life?
My test recipe was Peanut Noodles. Well, I used that as a base. I added garlic (two of the biggest cloves I've ever seen in my entire life), doubled the red pepper flake and at least tripled the ginger. I used whole wheat spaghetti and rice wine vinegar instead of regular spaghetti and cider vinegar. Oh, and I added red bell pepper and shrimp.
It is fucking tasty as hell. I'm impressed with myself. This is totally something I could make for other people. It's nice that I can experiment with stuff and then take it for lunch for a few days if it works out. While I'm fairly confident in my baking skills, I really feel like my regular cooking skills can be somewhat suspect. Cooking allows you to be creative. I'm not creative. This is why baking, with all of it's precision really appeals to me.
Oh sure, I'll experiment with trying to make healthier baked goods. But substituting Egg Beaters for eggs or applesauce for oil is still a precise thing. It's not adding shit or completely changing things out. Still, though, today I feel like I've taken a big step forward. Yay me! I got a little creative with a recipe and it turned out well.
It'll be back-to-the-basics for dinner tomorrow night. The Boy I Currently like is coming over and we're going to have chicken and mashed potatoes. I'm totally getting a rotisserie chicken. God, I'm obsessed with those things. I have no idea why. I think because I can get so many different uses out of them. I buy one every other week or so and after I pick at it for a bit, I pull all the meat off and use it for sandwiches or quesadillas or chicken pot pie (or just eating it out of the container when I come home from the gym because I'M STARVING)... and now I can see myself using it in the peanut noodles. Mmmmmmmmmmmm!
Clearly, I'm growing up if I'm getting excited about cooking. Or I need a life. These things probably go hand-in-hand.