My Kids Will Thank Me.

Yesterday I grew up a little. 

I cooked noodles for the first time in my life.  

This monumental life achievement has done wonders for my confidence in my capabilities as a future mother.  

I left Raleigh that morning without eating breakfast and had an interview for a job this summer at 1:30, so I didn't eat for fear of bad breath. Needless to say, by the time I got home at 3, my stomach was being rather demanding.

I was craving pasta salad. I knew I had to face my fear.

I began by boiling water. Never done this in my life. Not as scary as previously presumed.  

Then I placed the noodles in the pot.

(There's got to be a better method than just using your hands. Especially for shorter noodles. I basically had to put then in the pot one at a time.)

While the noodles cooked, I chopped some yummy veggies.

Since I prefer noodles to be more firm than soft, they were finished cooking in about ten minutes.

This was the glorious view.

I then drained the noodles. In a drainer. Because I do it all the time.

Allie came and stood at the edge of the kitchen. Likely out of curiosity of me in the kitchen and fear of the kitchen exploding.

I texted this picture to my mom:

And we had the following conversation.  I just knew she was beaming. 

Secret: She hates cooking just as much as I am bad at it.

I also whipped up this super complicated, super original dressing to make it a pasta salad.

It was delicious nonetheless.

Confusion began to set in.  She was just as surprised as I was.

Now that I can cook noodles the possibilities truly are endless. 

Not quite.

To make it heartier, I would probably add chick peas or edamame (probably both), chicken (so that other people in my family would eat it), and maybe some feta (so that no one else in my family would eat it).

When did you first learn to cook?