Random Bitchiness.
Jun. 22nd, 2004 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1Disclaimer: I'm very tired, still a little hungry and fed up with stupid customers while still having over an hour of shift left. None of this is to be taken personally in any way.
Beer, beer beer, loverly beer beer beer...
I hate the stuff. It's hard to find any in the US that doesn't taste gross. Guniess (sp?) is the only brand name I can handle more then one swallow of. There's one microbrew I can get locally that's tolerable. Give me wine or a froo froo mixed drink any day. Kaluha or Bailey's coffee. YUM!
I don't like to cook. Time to face facts. I don't. Especially the on-the-fly, "what do we have in the house" kind of cooking I'm gonna have to do tonight. I grew up with strict menus. No, not kidding. Maternal unit lived by weekly menus and I was the one responsible for cooking by the time I was 13 or so. Often it was joint, sometimes not. And you always followed the recipie. Dad hated substitution and improv in the kitchen. I have heard him yelling because we didn't have one particular ingredient and Mom told him to use something else.
When Gumby came down and cooked, I was amazed at what he made from what we had. Soda and coffee grounds for a marinade?? Dill and poppyseeds in ranch dressing??? WTF? It all tasted great too. However, when I tried to vaguely mimic what I had seen, I quickly got frustrated. Forgot Gumby is a professionally trained chef. He knows what he's doing.
I think what it boils down to is time. I hate feeling rushed trying to make a dinner before 730 so the kiddo can eat and get to bed on time. Since I don't get home until 10 til 7 at the earliest, I feel very rushed. And since Wolf's on his diet, he cooks for himself. Easier in some ways, worse in others.
When I have the time to plan and prepare, I can do a good job. I used to make great soups in the crockpot when I was unemployed. I also made some decent noodle casseroles. All of those were spontaneous. I did tend to over-season, not really knowing how to use my herbs properly. Still working on that. Need a good herb book. Nowadays, by the time I get home I'm tired and often a little cranky. I just want to sit and chill for a while, but food must be prepared right away. *grumble* It's hard to cook for two people, especially knowing my eating problems. I like having leftovers for a day or two afterward, provided I remember to put them away. Heh.
Tuna? No, no mayo. And no cream soups left either. *growl* Guess it'll be noodles with carrots and maybe salami. Hmmm. That might taste good.
I was going to fuss about eating disorders, but decided against it. I know my problem, I know the cause and I know the solution. 1800 miles away from my mother. *nods*
Beer, beer beer, loverly beer beer beer...
I hate the stuff. It's hard to find any in the US that doesn't taste gross. Guniess (sp?) is the only brand name I can handle more then one swallow of. There's one microbrew I can get locally that's tolerable. Give me wine or a froo froo mixed drink any day. Kaluha or Bailey's coffee. YUM!
I don't like to cook. Time to face facts. I don't. Especially the on-the-fly, "what do we have in the house" kind of cooking I'm gonna have to do tonight. I grew up with strict menus. No, not kidding. Maternal unit lived by weekly menus and I was the one responsible for cooking by the time I was 13 or so. Often it was joint, sometimes not. And you always followed the recipie. Dad hated substitution and improv in the kitchen. I have heard him yelling because we didn't have one particular ingredient and Mom told him to use something else.
When Gumby came down and cooked, I was amazed at what he made from what we had. Soda and coffee grounds for a marinade?? Dill and poppyseeds in ranch dressing??? WTF? It all tasted great too. However, when I tried to vaguely mimic what I had seen, I quickly got frustrated. Forgot Gumby is a professionally trained chef. He knows what he's doing.
I think what it boils down to is time. I hate feeling rushed trying to make a dinner before 730 so the kiddo can eat and get to bed on time. Since I don't get home until 10 til 7 at the earliest, I feel very rushed. And since Wolf's on his diet, he cooks for himself. Easier in some ways, worse in others.
When I have the time to plan and prepare, I can do a good job. I used to make great soups in the crockpot when I was unemployed. I also made some decent noodle casseroles. All of those were spontaneous. I did tend to over-season, not really knowing how to use my herbs properly. Still working on that. Need a good herb book. Nowadays, by the time I get home I'm tired and often a little cranky. I just want to sit and chill for a while, but food must be prepared right away. *grumble* It's hard to cook for two people, especially knowing my eating problems. I like having leftovers for a day or two afterward, provided I remember to put them away. Heh.
Tuna? No, no mayo. And no cream soups left either. *growl* Guess it'll be noodles with carrots and maybe salami. Hmmm. That might taste good.
I was going to fuss about eating disorders, but decided against it. I know my problem, I know the cause and I know the solution. 1800 miles away from my mother. *nods*
