I've discovered that cooking (for me) basically is just throwing everything that smells good into a pot and hope it makes a curry with meat to pour over rice. Or at least... that's what I grew up with and it ruled, and the boyfriend likes it, so I guess that's how it's gonna be.
Tonight I had chicken to work with. Not sure what to make with it, but I'll start with sauteing garlic and onions with salt, pepper, cumin, and more salt because I'm Peruvian. Threw in some stock. Wasn't sure if potatoes would be appropriate so I got two eggs and beat them together. Salted the shit out of that. Cut up and seasoned the chicken. and then just kinda decided to dip the chicken in the egg and toss it in there and hope for the best. more stock. more pepper. Goya seasonings. some lime juice. what else? leftover egg stuff. sure why not. put the lid on. done. I don't even know. I looked for an open beer bottle in our room hoping there was some left over (because my mom would do that for some dishes) but no luck. Ether way, it smells awesome.
And then I started the rice. Salt that too.
I can't have bland food. Can't do it. I think that's why I like worldly foods more than just a seasoned piece of steak with potatoes and green beans. I look at that shit and I'm like that's ADORABLE. Where's the rest?
Dat Spanish blood.
Earlier today, someone at work also paid me up front for 3 pieces. Woot! And they're gonna be super easy!
He wants 8-bit Link and these two guys from a show called Adventure Time.
Speaking of orders, I had to bring it up to one of the girls that it's been a while. Awkward. She reassured me. And today, the other girl. But she said I'd have it in my tips tomorrow np. This has taught me to just ask for it up front from now on. I don't want to do that to people, because I'd just take their word and expect them to fulfill their obligation just by moral standard but I was Rotny'd, I was Rotny'd.