I cooked food today and it was fine.
I ate food today and it was fine.
I washed dishes today and it was fine.
I cooked more food in the aforementioned dishes and it was fine.
I made this sort-of shawarma today and it’s slightly more anxiety-inducing for me than other foods (because it involves cooking with raw meat, and also raw ingredients that go straight into the final dish, and also eating wth my hands) but it’s so good, I keep forgetting how good it is. It smells amazing and now that I’ve bowed to the inevitable and stopped trying to make my own flatbread every time, it doesn’t take very long either.
I cook some onions in the same pan as the chicken and it’s so good. I need to make this more often.