My looming demise...
You must be thinking, how is it possible for her to NEVER buy anything to do with cooking. Well it is, I despise the grocery store, and many times I have stormed out from getting frustrated at either all the food, the horrible sound of the grocery carts on spaced out tiles or rude cashiers. I don't know what type of fish tastes best, or the difference between fresh cheese and aged cheese; they all stick. Now, don't get me wrong! I love food. I really do. In fact, if I could eat my life away I probably would choose that option over being... I don't know... famous!
The only time I have ever cooked was ONCE. When I was hungry for mexican, and I didn't have my license, and I had to make quesidillas out of what we had in our fridge. And after spending an hour and a half making 2 whole quesidillas. I took one bite, hated it, and was exhausted from the entire experience that I choose never to relive. The only time I really go in the kitchen is when my sister is cooking and I can lick the bowl clean, or when she is cooking something for me.
I'm not even over exaggerating. I am a horrible cook. A perfect example, approximately ten minutes ago, I was hungry so I decided to MICROWAVE breaded chicken. My entire cooking skills begin with coffee, and end with popcorn. No joke. I'm great at making coffee.
Anyways, today I stepped into 'The Cookbook Store" on Bay Street with my sister. She is the cook in the family. My mother used to cook a lot. And my dad loves to grill. But my sister is the one with all the talent. It's what makes her happy. And I love when she cooks because I eat well, I don't always have to help clean up, and I usually get out of cleaning, and I get to sleep afterwards. Anyways, we were in the store and the clerk was talking to me about the books, and I told her how I was the worst cook in the world, meaning I can't flip or fry and egg nor chop tomatoes without cutting my thumb off. Of course, she ended up talking to my sister and showing her all the famous chef's coming to Toronto, and to the bookstore. So just for her, I bought her and I two tickets to see Michael Smith cook, and get his autograph. She was exhilarating, especially when she found a "OH MY GOSH!! A SIGNED COPY OF GORDON RAMSAY'S COOK BOOK! OH MY GOSH!!," as she put it.
I ended up spending a total of approximately $115.00 on two cookbooks I will never how any interest in, and I got a "FREE COPY" of Michael Smith's cook book that will probably end up collecting dust under my bed, and will only be pulled out when my sister and I move and her book (heaven forbid) get's lost in the shuffle.
So as I was cooking my microwave breaded chicken, which I ended up burning and creating it to explode all over the microwave, I was flipping through Michael Smith's cookbook. It is really nice to see all these beautiful dishes that seem fairly simple to cook. So, I have decided to put myself up to a challenge. I'm not pulling a Julie-Julia Project, but I am pulling a Nafis-Michael Cooking Project.
THIS MY FRIENDS! Is completely different then Julie cooking her way through Julia Child's cook book. Julie knew how to cook, and cut onions, fry an egg and cook chicken, not just microwave it. I plan on cooking MOST of the recipes, not all. Mainly because! I don't like lambs, I'm allergic to nuts. But I will actually touch beef, and dead poor poor chickens, I will steam mussels, and maybe learn something along the way. I'm going to start maybe this weekend, but definitely next week. And my timeline will be until April 19th. That gives me approximately five months to cook through about 250 pages and 150 recipes, maybe more.
This will be a challenge because I can't cook, I have two jobs, a social life, a dog, a trip to save money for, and I'm doing a victory lap. For my few friends and family members who read this. Please eat the food I give you. And wish me luck!
... I hope I can do this...
(WARNING: major spelling mistakes.. it's 1:30am, get over it:] )
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