Comfort food. If there’s one thing my mother taught me to do well it’s comfort food. I’m battling depression over my lack of employment by baking whole grain rolls and making super spicy Mexican Chicken Soup (aka … white chili). One is really good for you and the other just makes you feel really good.
It took me a several tries to get mom’s dinner roll recipe right but I have done it. I even managed to put them together without calling mom to make sure I was doing it right. It’s something you learn to do by feel. I even remembered the right amount of salt! Miracles never cease. I can’t wait to see Derek’s face when he bites into one of these rolls. If he wasn’t convinced I knew how to cook before, he most certainly will now.
Modesty would be becoming right now I know but I needed an ego boost, even if I had to do it myself.
The soup on the other hand may turn out to be just too hot. I’m going to attempt to temper it by thickening it up some but that usually won’t work. We’ll just dump some tortilla chips and sour cream in it and hope for the best. Don’t get me wrong, I love me some spicy food but no one want’s blisters when they eat.
I suppose the moral of this story is when you’re feeling down about your life and skills or ability to do something right, go do the one thing you KNOW that you can do well and it will help to mend your heart at bit. I know what I can do is cook. I love doing it. I am afraid to translate that into a career for reasons I can’t articulate. It’s pressing on my spirit however and eventually I will find a way.
Happy eating ya’ll!