So why do I keep thinking I can. I have prepared meals since I was an 18 year old bride. I raised 4 children and none of them starved to death so I can prepare a meal. But to “cook” is different. It is to follow a recipe, especially one with more than 3 ingredients and maybe with different cooking directions on how to prepare those ingredients with the end results having people rave over your abilities. This isn’t happening here! No matter how hard I try. I cook just well enough to keep my husband from wanting to take me out to dinner every night, but not the kind of cooking that gives satisfaction to me..
Once again I tried tonight, it was certainly edible, but not memorable. And certainly not worth the effort, of toasting the bread in olive oil, pulsing it smooth with almonds and fresh parsley. None of which I have ever bought at home, let alone in the Mercado, which had to be done strictly in my fractured Spanish. I know I deserve an A for effort, but I would prefer a night out! Why do I keep torturing myself, and admit survival cooking is as best as it is going to get. You will note, there is no picture of my shrimp dinner. The most fun part of it was shopping in El Mercado Publico, that part I enjoy. Golly gee, I’m a shopper not a cook, who could have guessed that! Signing off KO