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Day 145 - Cooking

I am not a good cook.

You know what I am, though? A good recipe follower.

This is why I'm a good baker. This is why my HelloFresh meals always taste fine. It's because someone wrote down what to do step-by-step, and my brain went "I can do that." So we did it.

For one of the jobs I recently interviewed for, I had to take a personality test. During the interview, with the results in front of them, they said "The results said you're rigid." And yeah, doesn't everyone else feel better when they have a routine? Or when they come into work in the morning and they have a sense of what their day might look like?

I told them what I actually like is structure. I like having a starting point. I like knowing the expectations of me. I want to know if this agenda makes sense, and what tasks you expect me to complete. I want to know if I'm making chocolate cookies or brownies.

Once I know that, I can play within it.

So, back to the matter at hand - dinner. I'm just not a good cook. My meals are meh. They're edible. They provide sustenance. Today, I wanted to find foods that will boost this awful immune system of mine, and I did that. But was it good? Meh.

I suspect I will get better at this the more I do it. The more times I try to whip up a stir-fry, I'll figure out what flavors I need, and what spices go with what. I'll read about how to make my own sauces, and I'll get the timings down to not dry out my chicken. I'm like a diamond in the rough right now - I just need a little polishing.

Uh, maybe I'm more like... quartz. I don't wanna be too rigid.

(Above was an attempt at a joke using the properties of minerals. In case you are not a giant earth sciences nerd like me, just know that on the Mohs Hardness Scale, quartz scratches easier than diamond. And that's it. That's the whole premise of the joke.)

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