Steve the cook? You must mean someone else...

I know you are all wondering why this entry begins with a picture of food. Maybe you think Steve is showing a meal someone cooked for him, or a fun time at a restaurant in town. But no... this is much better...

So this evening I used my last piece of precious chicken. As I think I've mentioned already, meat is expensive and often sketchy. So, this was the one piece I had frozen from the bag of chicken Patti and I bought over a month ago. I decided to use Patti's recipe for butter chicken that I think she found online. I proceeded to cook it- a bit sceptical of whether or not I could recreate that experiment. Remember, for those of you who at this point are forgetting, (or for those who don't know me well enough to know) I am not a cook. I am a beginner, barely knowing anything about it. So then I finished the butter chicken, and finished the rice, and put it together and began to eat. At the time I was talking with my friend Laura on msn. I suddenly interrupted the flow of the conversation and began expressing wonder and amazement. I had managed to produce the most amazing meal! It was just incredible! Such flavour! I couldn't get over it. I mean, if my Omas produced something this good it would be no big deal, they routinely cook amazing dinners. But how long has it been since I've had Oma's cooking?? And this is ME we are talking about. So I had to apologize to Laura, because of the abrupt tangent that captured my attention. I told her some things just become very worthy of celebration over here. My butter chicken is clearly one of those things.

So, mock Steve's lack of cooking skills no longer- he has managed to produce a truly excellent meal. (not that this means I have become an expert- don't take this to mean I'm bragging about having become a chef- I still know very little, including how in the world this meal turned out so well :) So, hopefully much more food-related learning and goodness to come...