Watched a video from the “Townsend” channel on youtube while I was off work after a surgery back in January. He does a lot of 18th century cooking, in a kitchen without any modern equipment. I remember him making some bread and I thought “Wait - that’s not impossible, it doesn’t even look difficult”.
I tried to make some bread and it was amazing. Which lead me to try making something else… and now, in December, I’m able to cook a bunch of cool things that even my daughter will eat. I made cookies for Thanksgiving (chocolate chip, and some chai spice cookies I was experimenting with) and they all vanished, while my aunt, who makes cookies for a living, kept reminding people that she had made some cookies too.
My wife and I are visibly thinner and healthier than we were this time last year. We keep trying to cook new things, and it keeps working.
A lot of my weekends start with an early-morning motorcycle ride to the store to get the one or two things I need to make something, and I hope that the image of a large, unpleasant looking bearded man on a harley running to the store for stuff to make cookies tickles everyone.
Watched a video from the “Townsend” channel on youtube while I was off work after a surgery back in January. He does a lot of 18th century cooking, in a kitchen without any modern equipment. I remember him making some bread and I thought “Wait - that’s not impossible, it doesn’t even look difficult”.
I tried to make some bread and it was amazing. Which lead me to try making something else… and now, in December, I’m able to cook a bunch of cool things that even my daughter will eat. I made cookies for Thanksgiving (chocolate chip, and some chai spice cookies I was experimenting with) and they all vanished, while my aunt, who makes cookies for a living, kept reminding people that she had made some cookies too.
My wife and I are visibly thinner and healthier than we were this time last year. We keep trying to cook new things, and it keeps working.
A lot of my weekends start with an early-morning motorcycle ride to the store to get the one or two things I need to make something, and I hope that the image of a large, unpleasant looking bearded man on a harley running to the store for stuff to make cookies tickles everyone.