As a young 20-something that’s only recently begun living the Adult Life™ in the past few months, I quickly realized how much I don’t really know about cooking. However little you might think I knew starting out, divide that by like fifteen and you’ll probably be pretty close to how much I actually knew. Attempts to fix this have been, uh, ranging from “well this turned out pretty nicely” to “how the hell did I accidentally make onion pancakes”.
That said, tonight I made fried eggs and rice with a side of potatoes smothered in cheese, finally breaking the curse of always turning “fried eggs” into “very poorly scrambled eggs” (look. flipping things is hard). Damn if it isn’t basic, but at least it was tasty.