On my first post, I was pretty serious about not knowing how to cook a thing.
Today I decided (well, honestly, my mom decided) to change that. And now, I’ll proudly announce I made spaghetti, spaghetti meat (of course), rice, Spanish omelet and chicken parmesan… Fancy, I know.
Does anyone else notice that delicious smell of independence?
Just a tip for all aspiring cooks: Don’t leave your fingers near a knife when you’re cutting potatoes, (or anything for that matter.) I learned it the hard way.