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chili powder, garlic, cumin, salt, etc
Cooking is one of the things I do to relax. Unfortunately for my mental stability, I don't like cooking if I'm the only one who will be dining. If I cook for just me, I'd better really, really like whatever it is that I'm making. I tend to cook quite a bit of food for a meal, so I'll be eating it for lunch and dinner for the next couple of days.
My mom taught me how to bake when I was young. Baking is chemistry: measuring is important. My step-father taught me how to cook anything that I don't follow a recipe. When I just start dumping spices and veggies together or slapping pieces of dead animal on the grill, I owe my skill to Bob.
I love making spicy food. The spices make me happy. I'd expound upon this at length, but the charcoal calls to me. Its siren singing draws me to softly cleanse the ash away, pile fresh coals high, soak them in the distilled liquid of fire, and light it to flambe any passing mosquitoes. Yes, it calls me. I must grill.
My mom taught me how to bake when I was young. Baking is chemistry: measuring is important. My step-father taught me how to cook anything that I don't follow a recipe. When I just start dumping spices and veggies together or slapping pieces of dead animal on the grill, I owe my skill to Bob.
I love making spicy food. The spices make me happy. I'd expound upon this at length, but the charcoal calls to me. Its siren singing draws me to softly cleanse the ash away, pile fresh coals high, soak them in the distilled liquid of fire, and light it to flambe any passing mosquitoes. Yes, it calls me. I must grill.