Last week’s encounter with my sis and Mom signalled that I really should learn how to cook.
I know how to cook, I just don’t like opening gas range. I had traumatic memory of gas exploding and causing the whole building to burn down. From then on, I’m cautious when it comes to cooking–that and I don’t like the feel of cooking oil splashing on my skin.
Anyway, I can cook fried rice mixed with all kinds of stuff I can eat, also noodles with eggs, and I know how to melt chocolate. This weekend, I decided to prepare cheesy quesadilla. I didn’t really look at the recipe–it’s all gut feel and more of my taste memory. I bought cheddar cheese and cheese spread, bell pepper, mayo, chili, tomato for the salsa, and flour tortilla because it’s the only one available in the grocery.
I have burnt my first flour tortilla, but for the rest, I learned my lesson. My family ate it and didn’t really hate it. I guess, they are also into cheese. 🙂
I also tried to cook whole wheat pancake–looking forward to that. I only learned to cook it on my last cake. The cakes were either deformed, the first one was burnt, the others have middle part uncooked. I mixed in some dark chocolate. I love it. I didn’t have to put on syrup anymore.