I ate my cooking and didn’t lose my vision…yet.

With Michelle being busy at her new job, we don’t go out to eat together as often. I have an hour or two before she gets home from work so I’ve become a house husband. I decided it’s about time I started cooking. I don’t use recipes, because that’s like asking for directions. I’m a man, a man that would probably have much better meals if he read a recipe book but a man nonetheless. Here are some of the things I’ve started cooking.

This is what I added to a jar of pasta sauce. Sausage, mushrooms, garlic, onions, tomatoes, and two habaneros to give it some heat.

I really should have put this under some better light, but here the finished pasta. It was delicious.

I decided to cook up some steaks. I’m not used to working with meat unless it’s in a smoker or on a grill. I went with filet mignon, seasoned with a mix of salt, pepper, and thyme. Filet mignon’s a cut of meat I can’t afford to eat regularly, but I wanted to give myself an advantage in cooking.

The steak turned out pretty well. I topped it with some blue cheese crumbles that I forgot to add until very late, so it didn’t melt as much as I would have liked. It’s accompanied by some green beans, mushrooms, and brown rice.

These two meals are just about the most cooking I’ve ever done, and I’m really happy that they came out well. I have a fear of failure, which has prevented me from starting my cooking adventures up until now. This gives me a little bit of confidence to try new things.