So I've been venturing into the realm of cooking more and more. Now granted for the longest time I was a pretty lazy fuck however over the summer I've gotten a decent ammount of practice so that I actually enjoy cooking. I've made honey garlic crunch pork, I've made Honey Dijon Rosemary Chicken, and today I'm trying out Carmalized chicken legs with Hot Crash Potatoes.
And let me tell you about how nice the house smells due to the Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies that have just come out of the oven.
I find that cooking calms me and makes me feel productive.. and I like that feeling. I think it's because integrally I associate emotional well being with delicious aromas. I don't have to eat an entire pan of cookies, but really.. it is it's form of stress relief to just get them baked, and it makes lovely friends, because when you bake cookies and offer them to a stranger, it's really just being nice to them.. and people respond well to niceness (since there's so little of it in the world).
Damn, I think I've become my grandmother.