Me, asking my husband about literally any food he made that was invariably delicious because he’s a very good cook; “Hon this is awesome what’s the recipe people are curious.”
Him, blinking; “The what now?”
Me; “Recipe?”
Him; “Well, I used lemon, and minced up some garlic, and some pepper, and…”
Me, patiently; “How much of each?”
Him; “I dunno. Enough?”
Me; “You are an inscrutable food sorcerer.”
Hate to break it to you, but in cooking, recipes only suggest which ingredients you use. Not how much of each, just which.
SEE THIS IS BLACK MAGIC TO ME.
I can bake like a motherfucker (my pie crust is better than my GRANDMOTHER’S, by HER OWN ADMISSION) but cooking like this is strange and intimidating magic to me.
This is why I’m a baker and not a cook
In baking, you follow the instructions exactly and you know exactly what you get
It’s scientific
Cooking a meal is like “eye the chicken until it looks done” and I’m like excuse me???
“season to taste” I’M SORRY I DON’T KNOW HOW IT’S SUPPOSED TO TASTE
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