Bemused

This weekend I tested my hand at cooking and it.... well.... hurt. I literally ended up searing my hand on Friday night, not fun. Needless to say I won't be making stir fry again any time soon.

Sunday I made another attempt and I did not let the hyper-sensitivity in my hand dissuade me from my task. (Did you know that when you burn yourself that even your mere proximity to a heat source can commence the agonizing throbbing again?)

Soldiering through, I successfully made a delicious pot of spicy chicken and tomato stew, yummy zucchini potato pancakes and little broccoli/cheese fritatas. I'm so proud of me.

Aside from burning the crap out of my hand on Friday and having to resort to a peanut butter and banana sandwich for dinner (because while I ran around like a nutter trying to stop the pain and find the polysporin I forgot to turn off the stove and scorched my dinner), I'm slowly figuring out the whole cooking thing and can now add the above items to the growing list of things I can make. Which includes:

Three cheese baked ziti
Shepard's Pie
Baked Creamy Mushroom Chicken & Rice
Pork Tenderloin
Ribs
Turkey Joe's (sloppy joe's with turkey; very hard to mess this up)
Parma Rosa pasta with sausages
Quiche

I'm glad that the repetoire of meals I can make is growing but I am much more of a baker than anything else. I wish that it was acceptable to live on desserts, muffins, cookies, breads and cakes alone...I would be such a happy camper. GINORMOUS but happy!