Wherein, as a bonus, I showcase some of the yummy stuff I’ve cooked so far this year.
When I first got married, I was extremely unconfident in the kitchen. I don’t say incompetent, because given a decent recipe and enough space and time, I could make good food. However, I was nervous about every step, so I read each one at least twice, worked painfully slowly and only by the book, and I could not handle the imagined pressure and judgment of another person observing me while I tried to cook.
The first time I cooked dinner for Justin, early in our dating, I may have yelled at him to get out of the kitchen….