Nothing makes me feel as neurospicy as cooking. It is a thing i can mess up! There is heat and potentially fire involved! The overhead lights in the kitchen are over stimulating but necessary. The oven turns the fan on the entire time it is running, and doesn’t turn it off when i am done until it cools sufficiently. I am too risk adverse and afraid of fire so i tend to undercook things.
I made a lil baby frittata and i feel like i dumped all my adrenaline AND like a failure even tho it was food and i ate it all. (I had to microwave it for a minute at the end to finish it.) it was both pretty and delicious but not worth feeling all jangly for.
And it barely used up any of the basil anyway.
(Huh, no wonder i had a panic attack when the team building exercise at work was breaking us into teams for creative competition cooking)
