Long cooking and Hestia and loneliness drabble
I love cooking and I’m pretty great at it when following recipes. The problem with this growing up though, was my Mother is a Dragon in the kitchen and doesn’t play well with others and she doesn’t go be recipe or direct measurements. So I gave up on learning to cook for a long time (a few things here and there, more with my Dad than her). I’ve slowly started picking things up over the past year or so and Mother is better about sharing the kitchen and we’re working on getting some of her ‘recipes’ down on paper for me, but it’s still a rare thing for me to go in the kitchen and just cook.
I’ve been eating a lot of quick-prep meals lately because of everyone’s schedule and was settling in to do the same tonight. It’s depressing, to be honest, eating mediocre food alone almost every night. I see why so many single folk eat out a lot, sitting by yourself with dinner is sad and lonely. But tonight I felt the uncontrollable urge to go cook. It was as if Hestia was dragging me by the ear into the kitchen and telling me to actually cook myself a homemade meal.
I didn’t have the ingredients for anything I had recipes for and I was increasingly discouraged (and strongly eyeing the Stouffer’s lasagna in the freezer) until I opened the cabinet one last time and saw a jar of pesto and a box of noodles. Sure, I could throw some noodles in a pot and stir in pesto and call it a meal but there was that tugging again.
So for the first time in my life, I experimented in the kitchen. I mixed spices, I mixed sauces, I grumbled and prayed, until I had found a flavor I liked. So I sauteed some chicken, boiled some noodles, prayed some more, put my sauce together and by the Gods it was good.
More importantly? It didn’t taste lonely.
tl;dr Hestia made me take care of myself and I made my first successfully experimental dinner by myself