I grew up in a home with a delicious homemade meal essentially every night. Basically, my mom is an amayzing cook. I moved to college and tried to make my own meals. I thought that perhaps the chef gene was simply dormant. I got married and finally I have decided that either I didn't get the chef gene, or there's no such thing. Did I give up? Despite Doug's satisfaction with frozen pizza and/or cereal for every meal, no - I did not give up.
Thrice -
thrice, people! - have I made a meal worthy of my mother this week (week is loosely defined as the last 7-9 days...).
1. Pork (well Elk, actually) Goulash. (I'm honestly just relieved I found a way to make the Elk edible!)
2. Shrimp Tacos (surprisingly easy!!)
3. French Onion Soup. Yup, you read right. Care to take a guess at which one is mine?
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soup1 |
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soup2 |
I had to crop the images so you couldn't tell just by the dishes - but maybe you still can? Mine's soup2 btdubs. Doesn't even look better than the real French one? Oh. I am so good.
Anyway, the hardest part about making French Onion Soup is slicing all the onions. Then my friend geniously recommended that I use my food processor next time. DUH. Oh, and if you order this at a restaurant, know that you're basically paying for the gruyere cheese, everything else is inexpensive.
So, I've come to the conclusion that whether or not there is such a thing as a chef gene in my family, I can become a good chef, it just might take a while.