Cooking

I am not Martha Stewart.

I am not Julia Child.

I'm not even Diane Sawyer watching Wolfgang Puck on Good Morning America. In fact, until I started low carbing, my kitchen was just that room between the den and the bathroom where I kept my beer and my Lean Cuisines. I mean, what would I, a singleton, need with a stove and oven? Everything I could ever want to eat could be nuked, or better yet, delivered.

And then, I became a low carber.

First, I had to become introduced to my kitchen.