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I'm not a chef

I cook one meal at a time, and I'm only cooking for me. Folks who work commercial kitchens can crank out hundreds of meals a day, which is amazing to me. I decided tonight to try cooking two different dishes at once. Turns out it's something I can do.

Sunday is usually my day for getting rid of odds and ends in the kitchen. I hate wasting food, so I have to do something with everything before it goes bad, which means I had a bit of an assortment of things to use up today. Seemed like the perfect time to knock out a few different meals at once.

I didn't take a lot of pictures because, as it turns out, keeping multiple pans with different items at different temps really keeps your hands busy, so this isn't a step-by-step of anything. Instead, it's a warning: don't try this without thinking ahead about what you're making. I learned that lesson hard tonight: lots of scrambling, adjusting, readjusting. There were a handful of times I almost knocked shit off into the floor, there was plenty of cussing. Miraculously, the food didn't burn, I didn't get burned, and I still have all of my limbs and digits.

Suffice it to say: I can actually knock out two completely different meals (chicken breast and linguine with habanero tomato cream sauce, and adobo chicken wings with a couple different sautéed veggies). I just don't think I'll be doing anything like that again for a little while.

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