It’s no secret that I do enjoy cooking. Most guys tend to either shy away from the whole affair or dive into it quite deeply, unless you’re like my buddy Adam who recently decided that his marriage has proven that if he were to enlist in a culinary school, that won’t make him appear to be gay. Now I’m not sure what his definition of being gay is, but with the way that he dresses, acts, and is as an all around human being, I just do not think that the guy could ever pass for being more straight than he already is. Regardless, he is married to a soon to be PhD in some sort of chemistry something or rather. This is the part where I want to add a nice pun about the two of them cooking something up in the kitchen, but I won’t.
I have to say that the months leading up to my departure from Iowa, I wasn’t the most creative with the food that I was eating. I like tuna, and that is incredibly easy to make. Simply take it out of the can and eat it. Yes, I know that’s gross to some, but it’s incredibly appealing to me. Plus it was easy. Coming home from work late at night, sometimes that’s all you want. Now I find the bug is coming back to me. Amazing how burning your thumb can actually make you want to cook.