Originally, I wanted to call this blog The Cooking Chemist, but thanks to Breaking Bad that would probably just invoke thoughts of meth labs. My mom always told me "If you can do chemistry, you can cook." Somehow this never really made sense to me until recently. I mean no matter how awesome the things I mixed together in lab looked or smelled, eating it was seriously frowned upon.
About five months ago I embarked on a journey to become the world's greatest unpaid private chef. I started cooking almost everyday for my sister and brother-in-law. This presented an interesting challenge because they're vegetarian, and I'm from New Orleans where such things are outlawed by Napoleonic Code. So I grabbed their nifty wedding cooking gifts and set about learning how to make things that are edible.
After a few weeks I realized that my favorite part of the day was when I challenged myself to make a new dish, and I couldn't stop trying new things. These are the chronicles of how I take over other people's kitchens as I learn to cook.