I have a hard time saying statements like "I am a good student" or "I am a good cook" or "I am a good friend". When i really start thinking about it though....it just takes practice. E swears he's never eaten a meal that i've cooked that he didn't like but I think he's the most forgiving, forgetful person i know.
I remember bread that would not rise, stew that i tried to rush and fish that stuck to the pan because i didn't know how to cook. not really. But i'm drawing a line with this one. i'm at that place where i can ad-lib a recipe and it turns out great. Where something is not quite right or needs something and i can figure it out on my own.
I made chicken korma and fresh naan the other day only kind of using the recipe. it was fab and tasted like home. And those rolls and that soup. typical sunday at our place.
and this tart? Tasty. So i'm calling it. I can cook. It took practice and i didn't really notice that i was slowly but surely getting better. I'm better. I'm going to try and apply this lesson to other life things. Like school, and friends, and excercise, and creative writing and many other little things.