I know my abysmal cooking skills are not the most exciting thing on the planet to read about but I made tuna tonight and it actually turned out.
I suspect tuna steak is probably one of those things it is hard to get wrong. You turn on the oven. You put the fish in. You flip it halfway through. Over-baking will make it tough but probably not kill it.
But, much to my delight, my marinade worked too! And that feels even more like an accomplishment because I blended two different recipes I found online to make use of what I had in the apartment and then added apple cider vinegar instead of cooking sherry.
Bethany had nothing positive to say but she also had nothing negative to say either so I’m taking this as a win. (In her defense, she was in charge of potatoes and she seriously under-cooked them so she was distracted. Her corn turned out nicely.)
One of the attorneys who gave me advice on my law review note sent me a cheesecake from his hometown bakery to commemorate my graduation. It is not every day someone sends me cheesecake, so I called up my sister Anna (who works at the Cheesecake Factory) and told her to come eat it with me and give me her professional opinion.
My two sisters and I had a lovely day together and came home to enjoy our treat. First bite…
Well, we concluded. It didn’t taste as good as Aunt Danica’s cheesecake. But what did?
Second bite…it was better than Wal Mart cheesecakes. Probably.
Third bite…wow there is so much left….
Fourth bite…water. We needed lots and lots of water to wash this down.
It was an absolutely lovely gift and I greatly appreciate the gesture. But we concluded the best thing to do with the rest of the cheesecake was send it home to my teenage brother.
During our last grocery store run, Bethany and I decided to each get something weird. She opted for Tapatío’s Ramen Noodle Soup.
Her review: “Gross. Hispanic food should not be made into ramen.”
Meanwhile, I tried tinned kippers.
I really liked the idea because it sounded like something C.S. Lewis would have for tea time with toast. Alas, even on toast and with a giant mug of tea, I found it overly fishy in smell and taste. I kind of feel like this is one of those things you only eat if your country is going through a world war.
But don’t take my word for it. Both available at your local Wal Mart.
I am, admittedly, an unfocused shopper on the best of days. Add the pressure of a possible weeks-long shut down and it doesn’t get any better. There is just so much added pressure! I start questioning everything.
Like, do I need milk? Granted, Bethany and I never drink milk and usually get almond milk because regular milk spoils on us. But what if we need milk in the next two weeks?
Or bread? We still haven’t finished the last loaf we got a month ago but…I mean, bread is a necessity, right?
Eggs? I have lots of eggs. Maybe I need more eggs.
Canned beats? Those sound super important. Probably.
Banana peppers? I don’t have any of those.
Do I need baking goods? Bethany and I have never baked but maybe we need flour and sugar. You never know.
Cheese? No such thing as too much cheese.
Toilet paper? Nah, none of that available anyway.
What even are essential staples anyway? Pringles? French bread? Ice cream?
Eventually, I just give up and just buy frozen pizza.