Now that I’m back in the city with lots of time on my hands, I figure I should make the most of it and start cooking more. Isn’t this a city pipe dream–being able to cook your meals instead of folding to the seductive charms of 4 delis, 2 Chinese restaurants and a falafel cart within a block of each other? But now that I’m a little short on disposable income, it’s time to cut back on the breakfast/lunch/dinner buying and start getting more acquainted with my…..heating contraption? What’s it called…o yea, a stove.
It’s not that I’m a bad cook, it’s just that I don’t always have the ingredients on hand to be a good one. When I’m at home in New Jersey, I love cooking. I made chicken pot pie, from scratch! But the biggest difference between cooking at home and cooking at my apartment is ingredients. Specifically, ingredients my mom pays for vs. the ones I do. She’s an avid cook, and has a stocked pantry with all sorts of spices, soups and sauces. But all I have in my cabinet is a large container of pepper-salt and a bottle of canola oil. Where are my culinary aspirations supposed to lead me with that?!
Of course, this could all be solved by making a trip to the grocery store and stocking up my own pantry. Then I could make all the dishes that are in my wheelhouse, like tuna pasta salad and poached chicken. And considering last night’s dinner consisted of freezer-burned green beans and a container of apple sauce, I think it’s time to make that trip! I’m 26 years old, for Pete’s sake. That was barely acceptable in college! So for the sake of saving my mother the postage on shipping me a case of ramen noodles, I’m off to the…food space? Ah yes, grocery store! Off to the grocery store I go!
What’s My Age: 7, when a “gourmet meal” consisted of ravioli and chocolate pudding for dessert. ….Still sounds amazing actually!