I unexpectedly ended up with nothing to do today. I went into work only to discover that I did not have to work (and I drove all the way to the Valley, BY THE WAY), and then had my plans for the night cancelled a few hours in advance.
I spent yesterday doing nothing and didn’t particularly enjoy it, so I didn’t really want to spend today the same way.
I’ve been wanting to get into cooking. I really like it in theory. The problem is that I would actually have to cook, which I am not so keen on. As you can imagine, this has presented quite a conundrum.
I saw my day going two possible ways:
1) I could do all of the responsible things that don’t seem to go away no matter how much I ignore them
2) I could try some cooking in the hope that my future-rich-husband will sense that I am blossoming into a real adult, come find me, and take care of all my responsibilities for me.
So I chose to do the latter.
For the record, there is no danger of this turning into a cooking blog. I also know that being an adult does not require one to be able to cook. I just figure that since I’m going to marry someone rich so I can achieve my goal of sitting at home writing all day, I should have some domestic skills. I already have rockstar level laundry skills and my folding is quite excellent. Cooking is just the next logical step to me living a life of housewife bliss.
I didn’t follow a recipe because rules are for squares but also our oven doesn’t work and all the recipes I found called for one. Whatever. I’m living on the edge, coloring outside the lines, cooking eggplant on the stove. Nbd guys.*
So I sliced the eggplant. It went pretty well. I still have all my digits.
I rinsed all the slices. Again, things went well. I was feeling confident.
I covered each slice in salt. That was kind of a mistake, as I was actually supposed to “sprinkle” some salt on. Cover, sprinkle, same dif.
Doused each slice (ranging from a quarter of an inch to half an inch, give or take) in grapeseed oil (I’m sure any oil will work. I just randomly had grapeseed when I tried and failed at making falafel) and coated in bread crumbs.
Then I threw those fuckers into a pan on the stove. The temperature was set to medium. I just waited til they were brown and soft. I estimated the time.
Like I said, rules are for squares.
And um, my breaded eggplant is the BOMB. It’s a little extra salty but if you don’t like salt then you can just exit now ok.**
Those two mystery toppings are mozzarella and tomato. Not to insult your intelligence, since it’s pretty obvious, but I didn’t want to assume or anything…
Also you can ignore that little green garnish on top. I don’t actually even know what it is. Some nice lady gave me a bunch of tomatoes and some herbs as well but I don’t know how to use herbs when I cook sooo I just threw it on top for it to look nice when I took the picture then promptly tossed it as it smelled sort of funny.
I believe that I have earned my rich husband now. I eagerly await his arrival.
*I also may have left out a step or two. Like nothing huge but I’m not the most detail oriented person so don’t follow my “directions” please for the love of god.
**I do not recommend covering in salt. Do not. A sprinkle will suffice.