nallkun

I always had this notion that cooking was hard branded in my mind somehow so I never really bothered to learn. My mom always cooked for us and the food was just disgusting expect for her kale soup. Buttered down, watery goo and just made me utterly sick. My dad could cook but he rarely did unless he was in the mood. It wasn't until I moved out that I started to cook because I had to and the cooking wasn't all that great either. I had errors and still do but it's less now that I'm starting to enjoy cooking.

Last night, I made Chicken Parmesan for the first time last night. I should had taken a photo but I will when I make it again. I made it on a whim. No idea why but I was craving it. I had everything but the cheese to go on top so I used Parmesan cheese and sprinkled a heavy coat on and gave it additional 10 minutes before I took it out. I didn't think of starting the pasta until I put the food in the oven. Lesson learn. It came out really good and I have left overs for dinner tonight.