My cooking is like my life.
I start off with deep research before casually dismissing all known information & data and ignoring the experts with distinctly predictable overconfidence born of absolutely zero skill or experience, lose track of what I went out to do by going off-script almost immediately, add too much of too many ingredients, over- or under-cook everything, refuse any advice, however well-meaning or professional, involve too many emotions, complicate things, feel guilty, lie to myself and be in denial, lose the plot, have a meltdown, curl up in the foetal position on the floor, get a second wind with an adrenaline rush of dubious origins, help myself to ‘just one drink’, get drunk midway, refuse to ask for or accept help, wallow in self-pity, become underconfident to the point of despondency and potential PTSD, and make a mess, while honestly wondering how things turned out so horribly, even though I was having so much fun!
The plating is kick-ass, though!
P.S.: If you thought all the food in the image was cooked by me, you’ve got another thing coming!
