I don’t cook much (as most of you know), but for some reason, I feel like what I made tonight for dinner was more like real cooking than the other things I make for dinner. Patently ridiculous. I don’t consider salmon, brisket, pasta, stir fry, etc., real? I even include vegetables when I make those! Crazy.
Tonight’s meal wasn’t any harder. I diced onions and a bright orange bell pepper. Sauteed them in a pot with a little butter. Added canned red beans and garlic and pepper and a little salt (didn’t need the salt). Tossed in small pieces of already cooked andouille sausage. Steamed some rice. Threw it all in a bowl. It was good. Why does it feel more like cooking? Because it took more steps? Not any more than stir fried vegetables over rice. It wasn’t exactly healthy.
It was maybe a little satisfying to have it come together so nicely. But I didn’t enjoy it, no. I don’t like cooking. I do not.