I've gotten that a lot in my life. Remember, grew up kosher. When I graduate college, I was in Austin for a year. Cooked a lot of steak (holy cow was it cheap!) and pasta (same), and that was something we had growing up. Called mom or dad if I had a question.
After Austin, I spent 5 years living with my mom's parents. Kosher. So whatever I cooked was kosher. It wasn't until I bought my first place that I started branching out. And even then, while I was reading articles or watching Food Network, I could call dad. He was in food service for decades, and he still does most of the cooking for he and mom. He just knew.
It was when I got married that I started branching into a few less kosher areas that I hadn't known. My wife gives me confidence, even while I'm still (still) nervous to cook for her. Yep, I try to impress her.
Last night I got my most ambitious. I made shrimp scampi over Linguini. Here's how it started:
This wasn't the first time I've made shrimp (maybe the 6th or 7th since mid 2021), but it was my first time not asking for help. It was also my first time trying to make pasta that went into a pan to finish with a sauce, and a sauce that was this in depth at that (tomato sauce from a jar, that's been my go to).
Turns out, it worked. As in, I finally wasn't critical of my dish, and my wife really liked it as well. Here it is:
Normally, when I find a recipe online, I make it once, and then set about changing it if I didn't like certain aspects. Or, sometimes, I just scrap it because I can't figure out how. This time, we sat and discussed what I could do differently. So I did, and made it mine. I'll probably make it again in a week or two.
So, yeah, who doesn't know how to cook shrimp? Before, that was me. But, hey, now I do. How about that!
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