On Sunday, I cooked noodles for a few friends from college and Google. Yesterday, on the phone with my parents:
Me: "I did a noodle bar last night for friends. I let people pick their own toppings: bbq pork, enoki mushrooms, tofu, spinach, bok choy."
Dad: "That sounds good."
Me: "The toppings turned out well. But I messed up the noodles. 5% were undercooked, and 5% got burnt."
Dad: "The 5% that's undercooked can just be thrown away. But the 5% that's burnt will end up making 20% of the noodles taste burnt."
Me: "I know. I think the meal was only a B-. It's bad because whenever my friends cooked for me, it's always been A+."
Dad: "What was that: B- or D-?"
Dad: "Can't hear you. B- or D-?"
Me: "Actually, you and Mom would probably think it's a D-."
On IM, talking to my friend "Potato" in China:
niniane: i think my food was only a B-
potato: do you feel bad because your friends hold parties with catered food?
niniane: oh God, I forgot about the catered food.
niniane: No, it's because when they cook for me, it's always A+.
potato: maybe they have a different grading scale than you
potato: like, maybe they thought your food was a C
niniane: Is this supposed to make me feel better??
potato: but they think other people's food is just a B, so the difference is not as great
niniane: Oh ok. Hope so.
Despite this, I immensely enjoyed cooking for my friends. I'm going to do it more often! It is pleasantly domestic.
One day, I want to grow vegetables in the back yard, such as basil, cucumbers, tomatoes, and corn. One step at a time.