This evening I had a pack of the 'stuffed spinach and cheese' pierogies with cheese and tomato sauce for dinner, the frozen version from Trader Joe's. Microwaved. Sad, I know.
But I've been impressed by TJ's frozen foods, they've never disappointed me, and always something to look forward towards. There's no shame in microwaving or heating up a container of a TJ's frozen dinner, unlike say the crap stuff from Walmart.
So the first spoonful was mighty tasteless. As in, I couldn't taste anything, and I had to scrounge into the fridge to check if there was any good hot sauce I could use to spice up the dish. Sadly nothing was to be found.
Eventually the dish was acceptable, but this made me remember something I've been suspecting for the last several months or years.
That I've turned, somewhat magically, into a decent cook. Like what I cook won't scare people or kill them and only on very very rare occasions will they find it disgusting or inedible. Often, my food is well-received and there's accolades given, not just for the sake of niceties -- people actually eat what I cook pretty quick.
That realization sorta' hit me the last weekend at the very crappy Italian restaurant. And then again today. Yeah, I make decent sauce, I know what goes well with what, and I can feed myself without being micromanaged. Maybe I'm not adept at knife skills or deep frying craft, but I can stand my ground in a well-organized and furnished kitchen.
I'm so goddamn proud, this is amazing. A work in progress, I want to write more on this in the coming days.
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