So tonight when I got home from work I decided I was going to make bruschetta. Now, those of you who know me are probably sitting there saying, “Gee, I wonder what Caitlin cut off/bruned down/fucked up/killed, etc…this time?”
WELL haters, it came out amazing. AND the BEST part: I didn’t even use a recipe…not that bruschetta is that hard to make, but I managed to get the olive oil to balsalmic ratio perfectly correct. Also, and this is an advancement, when I was toasting my sourdough bread (Amish made and bought at the Union Square Green Market) in the oven, I didn’t burn it. (This is a minor miracle.)
I’ve actually been having some pretty good luck on the cooking front lately. Sunday I made my Dad’s famous white pizza with tomatoes, garlic, lots of cheese and some other stuff (it’s a secret) and I didn’t burn the crust! I was even resourceful enough to use a drinking glass as a rolling pin because I don’t have one.
You’re all shocked I know.
Step 1: Pizza.
Step 2: Bruschetta.
Step 3: Adulthood.
…or something. Baby steps.