In which some food is made

I may have been a wee bit overambitious yesterday. I bought about a hundred dollars worth of groceries, so my budget hates me right now, but hopefully it will even out because I think I have enough food to feed myself for three weeks. Or... so I hope.

As with most things in my life, this seemingly drastic decision was precipated by some long-term things and some short-term things (if you don't think it was drastic, you should see the kitchen. Although the rats were rather unimpressed and reacted to the clanging and banging and occasional swearing by briefly sticking their noses out of their warm nest, sniffing, and then retreating).

In other, much less pretentious, words, I watch way too much Food Network and ate coffeeandink's scones ;). Basically, I keep seeing things on Good Eats that I want to eat, except there isn't a Good Eats restaurant, which makes me sad. And then I read about the cooking adventures of heres_luck, jonquil, oursin and assorted other LJ folk and get extremely intimidated.

Then coffeeandink started cooking, basically with no experience whatsoever, which made me feel slightly less intimidated. Usually when people say they have no experience whatsoever, they actually mean that they've thrown a few things together, have a sufficiently stocked kitchen with whisks and roasting pans and etc., and bake on holidays. So when they say something is easy, I am somewhat doubtful. When coffeeandink says something is easy, I am pretty sure she means it from my level (aka "I need a what?? How the heck am I supposed to do that anyway? Huh?").

Also, coffeeandink fed me scones. They were good scones. I miss the scones (and the soup and the eggplant and the yogurt sauce too). Then I went out to afternoon tea on Saturday with fannishly and had more scones. I decided that scones were really something that I needed everyday in my life, as opposed to only during afternoon tea. Usually when I think something like this, I just go out and buy things. But Mely's cooking prowess had me convinced that I, too, could make scones! Every day! Without driving! (I think I was suffering from delusions caused by too much clotted cream and preserves)

So I have now decided to cook. It was sort of spur of the moment -- I basically decided around 6 in the afternoon on Saturday, due to prior consumption of scones loaded with clotted cream and preserves.

It's probably too early to write this up, given that I've only done it once, but... I feel so accomplished! Well, sort of.

( In which I make a giant mess in the kitchen )

And in the next exciting episode of Oyce's LJ, clotted cream gets eaten with scones! Stay tuned for further adventures with 20-clove garlic chicken, polenta, corn meal scones, and lemon curd.