Cabbage salad of sadness

It is excessively accurate to say I am an indifferent cook. I am grateful when someone cooks for me, and when I am only cooking for myself, I have a set set of meals I eat each day.

Oatmeal for breakfast.

Salad for lunch.

Tofu scramble for dinner.

I eat those things over and over again.

Here's at Mom's, because I have extra time, I decided to try some different recipes. As I was eating one of them this morning, I realized a huge drawback to having no innate sense of cooking "rightness."

When Buds reads a recipe, he's looking at more than how it sounds. He's considering how the ingredients integrate.

I get swayed by the gushing enthusiasms of the recipe writer. She goes on about, "run to make this one. " Or, "I had no idea cabbage could be this good."

Look at this face:

I made this recipe last night. And just like I always do, I made the whole recipe, not considering how much there would be for me to eat...if I didn't like it.

I mostly followed the recipe. I added in a little red onion because I thought that would taste nice. And I didn't have as large a bunch of basil as she had.

But still, mostly followed it.

It just doesn't taste very good. The dressing wasn't so creamy, and the red onion is too sharp, and now looking back at the recipe, I realize I left out the tofu. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Now I've got a huge bowl of this to eat.

The cabbage salad of sadness.

I'm going back to my regular three. 🫤

Cabbage salad of sadness will do that to you; make you regret leafing out.