I have truly loved learning to cook, but if I am being honest, there have been some serious cooking disasters during my culinary education. Thankfully, Daniel is kind enough to taste everything I cook, and will sweetly say, “Not a repeat,” instead of telling me to turn in my apron. For life.
My most disgusting concoction to date was a “healthy cookie dough” recipe I found on Pinterest. Girls were raving about how it tasted just like cookie dough, but it was good for you! What? This sounds too good to be true!
The healthy cookie dough recipe called for chickpeas/garbanzo beans/whatever you want to call them as the main ingredient. You then added chocolate chips, oats, sweetener, etc.
The smell was intolerable. It smelled like feet. Nasty, sweaty, feet.
As a testament to his devotion to me, Daniel tasted the healthy cookie dough. We both did.
We both immediately rolled around on the kitchen floor, gagging and trying to scrape the tastebuds off our tounges. I was willing to sacrifice my ability to taste forever, so long as I never had to taste the horror known as healthy cookie dough again. The memory of it will always haunt me.
After about 18 glasses of water and 700 Ritz crackers, I was pretty sure the taste was gone. I used the leftover chocolate chips to make cookies. Real cookies. Sugar and butter-laden cookies.
My point? It’s okay to make mistakes in the kitchen. You move on. We’re all learning how to cook, and making mistakes is part of the process. Until I see paying customers in my dining room, I ain’t gonna worry ’bout it.