I just made the greyest, saddest looking pasta I've ever witnessed. I'm a little ashamed of its sheer drabness

to be honest, most food I cook doesn't look all that good. I've never cared about that nonsense, it's all in the tasting.

Obviously if you're running a restaurant then yeah impressions count etc, and things looking nice is part of the experience people are paying for. But I'm like... bitch I cook for people, not for a picture frame

I do feel like I still haven't regained my cooking confidence. Even when I do proper cooking now I seem to be screwing up a lot, doubting myself, stopping with additions because I worry I've overdone it with the spices or the garlic etc.

I think that's probably a manifestation of my wider anxieties and doubts about basically all my few remaining relationships at this point, but it's a particularly frustrating one because I'm a good cook, i've been doing it since I was so young I don't even remember (I want to say 9 but iono)., my whole family are good and versatile cooks.

Sure I haven't expanded my repertoire for far too long, mostly because of money and health stuff limiting my options/energy/confidence. So I'm not as good as I would be otherwise. But it's extra frustrating to get worse. I enjoy cooking, and it also actually affects other people.

Feeding people is a big thing in my family, it's an emotional interaction. It's hard not to feel upset when a dish I know I can make turns out disappointing. And it feeds into the sense that people really don't know who I am, and think I don't know what I'm doing.

I think a lot of this stuff will ease somewhat once I've got Life Shit and especially money & rent shit stabilised. I've always known I have a lot of shit to deal with, but poverty really makes so much of that impossible on top of inscribing every other problem deeper into you
somewhat related: I want to say "I miss hosting", but it would be more accurate to say "I had some friends over for dinner once in 2011 and it's the only time I've ever been able to do that and people actually came, and it was probably the happiest weekend of my life". So yeah that's pretty tragic