Is domestification a word? No. Am I doing it? Yes.
I’m going to be graduating in May. After that, I’ll spend the summer being a mountain woman and teaching kids about Jesus in Colorado. After that…I got nothing. No plans. No job prospects. No idea what kind of job I want. Or where I’ll live. Or anything.
So I figure I should at least make sure I’m useful in some capacity. I need to be more domestic.
The task that’s given me the most trouble is cooking. I could be good at it if I had unlimited time, money and mouths to feed. As it is, I only feed myself on a low budget and usually don’t start thinking about a meal until I’m hungry and in a hurry. But I’m working on it. Thanks to Michael I have a sweet knife set. Together, we’ve made a delicious mango pork tenderloin with rice pilaf and mango chutney. We also made a killer meatloaf with garlic parsley mashed potatoes. All from scratch. (Okay, we bought chutney, but real homemade chutney takes a long time and lot of expensive ingredients.)
Tonight I made chicken fried rice. I marinated the chicken in teriyaki and soy sauce in the fridge for 2 days. I cut the chicken into strips and cooked it in a pan with oil. In another pan, I sliced up carrots with a bit of oil. After a while, I added celery to the carrots, then cashews at the last minute. I made vegetable fried rice in a pot (this was cheating – I used Knorr’s rice; it’s really fast.) I realize it’s not that complicated of a meal, but it’s much more effort than I usually go through for myself. I was fairly pleased with the way it turned out. Maybe I’m useful after all.