Actual Food

I was living on slimy canned ravioli, cheap pasta, whatever was left at the breakfast buffet. The basics, nothing you’d mention later. Then at some point I actually got decent at cooking. Stopped burning everything, started remembering salt without thinking about it. The kitchen went from a disaster zone to just a place where food happened. Haven’t needed an ambulance over my cooking yet, which feels like an achievement.

Now I’m in there almost every day making something different. Pasta salad with baguette. Schnitzel and fried potatoes. Eggs with bacon cooked until it’s nearly black. Most nights it actually works and the plate comes back clean. There’s something good about knowing you made something someone wanted to finish. This phase won’t last forever though. Eventually I’ll hit the point where I give up entirely and eat Thai every single night. But that’s not yet. Tonight it’s leftovers.