Adulthood alert! I've never really had an interest in cooking. In college, I lived an hour away from my parents house and would always take the liberty of having my mom cook for me multiple times throughout the month. The last few years of living far away from home has made my diet an unbalanced shit show of eating out, drinking way too many smoothies/juices and attempting to make lavish salads for lunch. LAST NIGHT, I made my first Pakistani/desi dish, Aloo Keema. I really hate cooking but tonight felt like a moving meditation of sorts connecting back to my roots. Super excited about this 😊. Tastes no where near as good as moms- but nonetheless, I'm proud of myself.