Mamarati

I have figured out that all this cooking is going to be a lot of experimentation.

I mean, I know how to cook, right? I know what an egg does. I know why you have to have sugar and salt in a yeast bread recipe. I know some of the science of cooking, people.

And yet, the first recipe I cook using these new, unconventional ways of cooking for a diversified rotary diet yielded hard little rocks instead of oatmeal cookies.

To be fair, I probably should have used a more conventional flour since this was actually a day where I could… and I used butter instead of oil because I could and I probably shouldn’t have done that. But the egg. Man… duplicating an egg is not as easy as it sounds.

Still, even though they looked like rocks and were crumbly outside, they were surprisingly soft inside and Jacob said they were good and that he’d eat them. I have to say that the consistency was more like a cereal bar, but not one of the nasty corn syrupy concoctions… more like odwalla bar meets kashi bar.

At any rate, even today after just the first few meals I realize that my entire repertoire of cooking skills will not be available to me each day. Ditto my entire pantry. It’s going to take some creativity and serious note taking. I may be throwing some things out after they fail miserably, but I guess that just means I will be taking away an entirely different set of skills with each recipe I try.

More later. I’m off to make some eggless buckwheat waffles. Wish me luck.