Those who know me will probably understand the title of this post. I’ve generally had no interest whatsoever in cooking for myself, so I haven’t for several years–not since I last lived alone. I’m fortunate that Chris enjoys cooking and has a particular talent for it, which hasn’t left me any reason to torture him with my ineptitude. Now, having recently adopted a Paleo-inspired diet, and with Chris out of town, I’m making a go of fending for myself.
Tonight’s attempt included salisbury steak (recipe care of The Domestic Man) and white rice prepared in beef broth. There was meant to be a vegetable, which I only remembered after everything else was ready and I was too hungry to wait any longer.
I’m generally happy with the outcome, and I’d make this again for sure. I only ran into a bit of trouble, with the potato starch, perhaps having never worked with it before. The recipe says to mix it with a bit of water before adding it to the mushrooms, but my attempt to do so left me with a useless, gooey blob. Slowly folding the starch into the soon-to-be-gravy overcame the problem, but definitely took patience.