Me... and cooking... No way !!!

I have been one of those privileged few who always either had his family or friends cooking for him.. or I would manage by eating out at a restaurant..
But the time had come for me to venture into the kitchen and start satisfying my gastronomical needs myself. Not that my roommates wouldn't cook for me... but I was just tired of doing the washing and cleaning in lieu of not knowing how to cook...
So one day, along with another inexperienced-in-the-kitchen room-mate of mine, I decided to take things in my own hand... rather things in our own hands [sounds corny ?! you dirty mind].. and it could not be a better occasion than the Last meal of the year... yeah on 31st Dec.
It wasn't our indigenous effort all the way, as we used processed and cut vegetables.. .but such minor details can be overlooked as compared the herculean task we had planned to do that day...
So out came the the chopped cabbage and ready-to-eat chicken kebabs. the Microwave-heated kebabs served as the perfect companion to wine... [yeah that was the starters].
Thanks to the microwave, making rice was as easy as burning a CD [4x - note plz]. Just take the bowl, add rice, add water, rinse it like you-know-it-all-from-khana-khazana chef... replace the rinsed water with clean one.. and stash it in... DING !!! goes the microwave at the end.. and viola !!! Rice is ready...
Now the rookie [that's moi] got on the cutting board with a myriad of knives.. and CHOP CHOP CHOP... onions, tomato, coriander leaves.. are ready in no time... dump all this with the frying cabbage. .and yummy cabbage foogath would be ready in jiffy...
One point I would like to take credit for would be the cutting... During my school days.. I had taken the breakfast making tasks upon myself.. and not to mention I was a pretty good omelet-maker. Apart from omelettes, any activity which was a part of the omlette-making ritual... I knew it... cutting/chopping was one of it..
so there I wasn't inexperienced then eh ?
SNIFF SNIFF... oops the cabbage is about to burn... but my roommate simmers the flame just time... phew... parathas and rotis are next :)

All in all.. the home-made, self-made [well almost] dinner was really satisfying...
maybe not to my party instincts.. but definitely to my gastro-ego..

and guess what.... I already know so much stuff about cooking...