I've been making a slow, but real, effort to actually, you know, cook. My bachelor cuisine has, for the entirety of my adult life, been things with only a few steps of preparation, if any. Things that can be quickly boiled, grilled, air-fried, or microwaved, basically just heating them up, that's the entirety of my diet. I don't know what it is, but the act of cooking has always seemed to me to be extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive, when the end result has always been to fill my stomach, and the ephemeral pleasure of eating was always made even more ephemeral by my depression throughout life. Now that I feel a little less depressed, and a little more price-conscious/fearful of my life as globalism collapses due to the Orange Idiot, I'm thinking maybe I should pick up a little bit of culinary skill before Hot Pockets skyrocket in price to match the price of gold per ounce.
Lately, I've been making my own cakes, cookies, and brownies, and I'm just following the directions on the box, but the initial step of adding everything together and whipping them all together seems kinda magical. My brain just refuses to accept how eggs, flour, and oil can combine together to form something that is completely unrecognizable from any of them individually. Still though, I've been enjoying myself some fairly well-made cake, all at a steep discount compared to store-bought premade cakes.
Over the last couple days, I've been rediscovering the ancient art of deep frying things in oil. I actually got a thermometer after realizing it is impossible to eyeball the temp of oil if it isn't smoking or combusting. After watching something like 10+ youtubers, all very opinionated, on the art of applying breading to chicken, I've gone ahead and made myself my own deep fried chicken. It feels amazing how superior to storebought Tyson-brand tendies these tendies are. I'm still extremely scared of the oil, I feel that if I don't stand there and watch it like a hawk it WILL explode into flames, even though according to my thermometer I'm nowhere near the combustion point for my oil. I blame my electric stovetop, which doesn't have temps on it, but rather just "Warm-Low-Medium-Medium High-High" and the difference in temperature between these is extreme. High is so hot that it can't be used for anything except boiling water in a hurry; and the oil seems to need Medium High to get up to deep frying temperature, which is uncomfortably close to High and makes me nervous.
So, in short, I'm glad that I made myself my own batter-dipped and deep fried chicken sandwich today. It was very filling and delicious.