My relationship with cooking began a little over a year ago on Thanksgiving of 2015. Most every year since before I can remember my Mom and I had trekked to Mammoth Lakes, CA to spend Thanksgiving with my grandparents. Last year, however, my Nana had fallen ill and my Mom and I suddenly realized that Thanksgiving was upon us and we needed to make a plan. Never content to miss out on an opportunity to indulge in some classic comfort food, my Mom and I decided we were going to cook from scratch a complete Thanksgiving Dinner for ourselves despite our less-than-gourmet kitchen experience. We spent the entire day in the kitchen preparing a Thanksgiving meal perfectly tailored to our hybrid health conscious and gluttonous tastes, and by the time we finished cooking we had morphed into a mother-daughter kitchen duo fit for a FoodNetwork spinoff of Gilmore Girls. It was my favorite Thanksgiving to date, and from the whole experience I learned that cooking is for more than entertaining guests or feeding a large family. Since then, I have taken it upon myself to learn the art of cooking for one and not only have I had darn fun doing it, I have also reaped the benefits of a healthier diet which makes me feel better inside and out. Talk about something to be thankful for!
We had so much fun with it that we decided to do it again this year! Last year, we had some trouble with portions and ended up with enough food for way more than two people. This year we took that knowledge to heart and prepared a significantly smaller amount of food… which was STILL significantly more than we could have eaten (pictured below).