As I got older, I learned that there were many Southern men who, on the contrary, were rather good cooks. And as I became a young adult, I marveled at the new wave of male TV chefs--Emeril Lagasse and Justin "ga-ron-tee" Wilson. And despite my otherwise progressive and feminist leanings, it took decades for me to undo the mental shackles that stood between me and having the confidence to consistently work a stove to do something beyond boiling an egg. So, for 2015, I'm committing to become a "better" cook, by cooking at least one dish per week, and blogging about it.
To baseline expectations, I'm starting out having never worked an outdoor grill and my idea of spaghetti is, much to my embarrassment, taking store-bought Ragu, mixing in some ground meat, and pouring it over the noodles. I eat out--a lot. I have a few recipes I've followed over the years to create edible meals, but not in a way where I'm confident in cooking for company. So, to build suspense, I'll put a challenge out to myself. Can I become a good enough cook in time to host Christmas dinner? Only time will tell!