After last night’s fiasco, I started to question my cooking sans recipe abilities. Like, really question. So I called my mom, put her on speaker, and decided to multi-task. I’m certain our conversation was not as entertaining for her as it was helpful to me, but the distraction allowed me to mindlessly make my meal.
I heated up a teaspoon of olive oil and started to brown a half of an onion and two cloves of garlic. Mindless, classic, and all the while… Safe. I sprinkled with salt and pepper and added a half can of vegetable broth.
“Are you sure you can talk?” “Yeah, mom, I’m good.” I wasn’t good. The convo was filled with unnecessary ums and okays, but my meal was looking fantastic so I kept on. When the onions were close to transparent, I threw in one sliced zucchini and a few (seven) shrimp.
Score! Things were smelling good and looking up. Recipe-less cooking confidence was on its way back.
I flipped the pinkened shrimp and toasted a couple Chung’s spring rolls to satisfy the Asian craving that last night’s dinner left behind. So. Good.