I've grown in a lot of ways in the past year. As a writer. As a person in general. The way I view the world has changed and I'm more confused than ever. But that's life. One of the things I'm learning is that you can't predict it, can't even plan for it.
For those of you who haven't read my blog before, I'm Marie. I'm a college student who likes to read and write. Sometimes I talk about those things on this blog but sometimes I talk about other things too. I like dancing crazily in front of my mirror when my roommate's not home (and sometime's when she is) and making stupid videos with my cousins. Country music will always be part of who I am and I spend way too much time watching TV shows like Pretty Little Liars and Supernatural. I'm about as far from perfect as you can get. But I enjoy life. My life.
I thought a good re-intro to this blog would be to tell you about how much of a failure I've been recently. You know, lay all my cards on the table. I won't even try to use my poker face.
So let's talk about cooking.
I'm terrible at it.
But I didn't know how terrible I was at it until I started trying all these fall recipes. I admit I caught fall fever early. I'm excited for colder weather and heavy blankets and the leaves falling off the trees. Why not then, try some new recipes? How exciting this will be! How good everything will taste! Fall!
I started with Pumpkin Sloppy Joes, which would have gone great if I hadn't been tricked by the man in Wegmans who sold me whole cloves and I dumped a whole bunch into the mix. Mistake. Do you guys know how awful cloves taste? God. I wasted an entire pound of beef, an entire can of pumpkin, and a good two hours to this dish that was now almost inedible. But good college kid I am; I suffered through the whole thing by picking out the cloves before I microwaved a serving. Lesson learned: no cloves, ever. And no more sloppy joes for a while either.
Next I tried Pumpkin Soup. I've made soup before, guys. I'm not really that bad at it. I stocked up on the ingredients (inexpensive! healthy!) and set to work one weekend afternoon. It smelled great. My whole apartment was the scent of autumn and not a single candle was lit. Then I sat down to eat lunch and put a spoonful in my mouth. And almost spit it back out. Large chunks of onion, which I swear I diced, were swimming in my soup like little fishies. My roommate stared across the table as I forced down spoonful after spoonful. I made this soup, goddamnit, and I was gonna eat it. That dish would have been lost if not for my mother. I was complaining about my inadequacy to her on the phone next day and she said, "Well Marie, did you try putting it in the blender?"
Uh. Um. No?
It worked. Of course it worked. Thank you, Mother. After that, it was substantially more edible and I ate almost the whole tureen and did not taste one onion!
Those are only two of my woeful attempts. I won't put you through the pumpkin cookies that went in the garbage. Or the pumpkin cupcakes that were supposed to be foolproof. Apparently, I'm a new kind of idiot. It's part of growing up, right? That's what I tell myself as I open another packet of pre-marinated chicken breast and throw it in a sauté pan and then toss it on some romaine leaves. I'm trying but this whole living on your own thing is hard. Someone send me back to sixth grade where all I had to do at night was decide which sweatshirt and jeans I wanted to wear to school the next day.
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