Cooking Myself Out of a Funk

That sounds like I am trying to boil myself like a frog. Really, I have been boiling for a while and I just realized it was too hot but was still able to jump out.

I cooked for the first time in maybe a year today. Like, actually cooked stuff, not just threw shit in the air fryer to heat up. It felt good to do that for myself and Mike.

Yesterday, I kept talking about a juicy cheeseburger throughout my whole shift. After work, I bought bison meat, cabernet sauvignon cheese, onions, maple syrup, brioche buns, and french fries.

And so, today I made the burgers that I had been dreaming of all day. After waking up extremely depressed, I forced myself to do my nails. That did not entirely help, so I dragged Mike to the dog park. There were a ton of people and dogs in the small dog area, it was great for both me and Jorah. Once we got home, I got to cooking.

Well, that’s not entirely true. The kitchen was a disaster, so I started cutting the onions outside on the patio table, the only table space available, while Mike moved stuff off the stove and surrounding countertop. Our kitchen is way too small with hardly any storage space, and we both probably have ADHD which means we never put anything in the cupboards we do have. After looking up the traditional gifts, I bought us a 10 year anniversary air fryer to replace the one that was not officially dead yet, but really needed to be put of its and our misery. No, air fryer is not the traditional gift, but aluminum and tin are. Close enough.

Mike plugged in the air fryer and heated it up to burn out any weird leftover chemicals from the factory, and I threw on the onions and started prepping the rest.

This combination may sound weird, but I wanted to give it a shot. I caramelized the onions slowly, added some maple syrup in the last ten minutes. The cheese is one that I can just pick up and eat chunks of, and I am not a just-pick-up-chunks-of-cheese-and-eat-them person. It’s sweet and tart and dry and creamy, which I know are oxymorons in the cheese realm, but I’m an oxymoron, so shrug emoji. After toasting the buns in butter, I did not bother to ball up the bison meat, instead chose to lazily cut the square into four smaller squares and smashed those into the pan.

Honestly, I don’t know how I can ever eat a different burger ever again. Ever. Ever, ever. The cheese melted just enough in the pan, more so under the onions, and it even gave some gooey string pulls as I smashed that baby into my tasting hole.

Wow. Thank you, Past Andrea, for giving into your cravings and buying all this delicious food for today. Be tee dubs, there is still a tres leches cake in the fridge that is starting to whisper my name.

PS, oh yeah, the picture of my leg bleeding is from when I cut myself in the shower while shaving today. I made one wrong move and forgot the Harry’s razors have an extra blade on the ends. It hurt like a sonofabitch and would not stop bleeding. Now it’s super itchy and annoying. I wonder if being on Skyrizi will affect how cuts heal. I guess I’ll see… Speaking of Skyrizi, I just updated my photo log, and I’m about to write a post over there too.