Senior year of high school I tried a nice gesture for my friends by making them chocolate chocolate chip cookies. I ended up melting half the spatula in a pot of chocolate chips and all my friends took bets on whose cookie would hold rubber fragments of "the spatula that was." I have since recommended that my mother switch to silicone spatulas... If anyone else has had this problem, see this website:
http://www.cooking.com/products/shprodli.asp?Keywords=Silicone+Spatulas
Aside from melting spatulas, I have also been known to set microwaves on fire, hide the peanut butter in the fridge and burn everything. I cannot tell wheat germ from flour or croissants from biscuits. I am the ultimate kitchen disaster, which is why I decided to start my introduction with the kitchen slowly.
Today I am going through my mother's recipe box. My return to college is approaching and this year I am living in an apartment with a full kitchen. This means I must cook my own food. And survive.
I went through my professional chef of a mom's recipes to find:
A) Familiar things
B) Food I enjoy
C) Food I can actually make
I wasn't necessarily looking in that order, but those are the three big ones.
Once I found a recipe that sounded simple and enjoyable, I copied it onto a 3"x5" index card, slipped it into a box and voila, my very own recipe box!
Baby steps, people, baby steps.
