Anyone who knows me (or reads this blog) knows I don't cook.
Before I moved to Toronto, the extent of my cooking ability was limited to boiling things and microwaving like a pro.
Times, they are a-changing. With a spatula in my hand and recipe in my brain, I attack the kitchen more than you'd think.
For those non-believers, I decided to take pictures last night to prove it. (Mom, Steph, random stranger I've never met - this means you.)
Everyone is familiar with Shepherd's Pie, right?
Well I more or less made that.
But with different ingredients. In other words, only crap I like best.
The only vegetables that go NEAR it are mushrooms.
I am not-so-secretly in love with my garlic press.
Garlic makes the ground beef, tomato paste and mushroom base BETTER.
I add cheese to everything, whenever possible, wherever there is room.
The mashed potatoes have sour cream in them.
And then, again, more damn cheese.
Somehow still not enough.
Never enough cheese.
Outta the oven - doesn't look that great.
But trust me, it's edible.
See Mom? It's not pasta or pizza pops.
Does this mean I'm all grow'ed up?
Shit. I hope not.