Guys, I suck at cooking. Well, no, I don’t. I’m great at cooking. For myself. For people who CAN eat gluten, all veggies, all meat, y’know, normal food, it’s more of a crap shoot. Emphasis on crap. If a recipe is gluten free, my brother hates it. No questions asked. It’s a mental thing, I’m sure. Because I’ve slipped him cookies that were definitely gluten free and he liked them, asked for more, and upon being told they were gluten free, declared they were awful. So when I have to cook for my dad and brother, I either make something that would be normally gluten free (like rice based dishes), or make a separate gluten free portion for myself. Doing the latter is easiest when I’m making pasta, because then I can just make the sauce, and boil past for my dad and brother, and a smaller pot for myself. I don’t like just opening a jar of sauce and being done with it. While some sauces come with meat and mushrooms and all that added, I like buying jars of plain sauce and adding to them. Especially since I can’t have beef, and that’s the meat that’s usually added.
Here’s a quick, dramatized rundown of how I cook. I’ve omitted all the cussing. Well. Most of the cussing. This is what it’s supposed to look like when it’s done. Surprise! It’s sauce.
I start with cooking ground turkey in olive oil. I let the oil heat up a little first, because I forget to open the turkey before I turn on the stove so that’s just the natural progression of things.
Then I chop up one red onion, and toss that fucker into the pot.
Then I realize I should have cooked the onions first. Like I realize every single time I make this.
I add copious amounts of minced garlic.
And then sauce from a jar.
Spices because I’m Indian.
Serve over pasta. Or over anything you want, because it’s your sauce, dammit, and nobody can tell you what to do with it.