Cooking is fun

I recently took up a new hobby: cooking. I asked my mother and grandmother to show me a few things and they laughed at me because they didn't think I was serious. Not sure why, but it took a little while for them to think I really wanted to learn; I guess the old stereotype of the Male not taking part in that type of activity is still very embedded in them. I messed up the first few things I made, and had the whole house smelling like curry because I used to many spices for this fish I kept trying to make.

I'm really starting to get the hang of it now though, and my rice is looking as good as theirs these days. There was one time my mother had to ask who made the rice, because she could no longer tell the difference --mine used to look pretty mushy. Making your own food can be fun but what I hate about it is the fact that you can spend hours making something, just to eat it all up within a matter of minutes. Last week I took a break from all the cooking, and was ordering out most of the time.

I want to take part in some culinary class to learn some formal theory on spices and their ratio; but still looking for one that's close by. Cooking can be pretty convenient at that "special time", 2am, when everything is closed except the gas station. Yes, there were times where I made rice & beans, curry chicken, salad, plantans, etc. at midnight to get ready to watch a movie or something at around 1 in the morning. My mother thinks something is wrong with me, since she starts cooking diner at around noon.