Monday, April 29, 2013

My new YA contemporary and cooking adventures

Hi guys!

How are you doing? 

I am so excited to announce I am working on a YA contemporary novel. This is the first time in so many years I write contemporary stories. I love fantasy, and my first novel was MG fantasy, which I wrote when I was twelve. But, before that, I was writing MG and YA contemporary short stories and novellas. I actually kept a notebook filled with stories about kids at school. My cousins were my loyal readers.

What I like the most about my new story is my main character's love interest. He wants to be a chef. When it comes to cooking, he follows his instincts and is very passionate about it. He is a prodigy and doesn't want to go to school or get formal training. Books and tests frustrate him. He just wants to cook and have fun with it.



I am not an expert and was never taught how to cook, and I think I cook like Miguel, too. I follow my instincts and try different spices, and in the end my recipes almost always turn out good. I make a few mistakes now and then, of course. I still remember how salty my feijoada turned out last week.

Well, because of Miguel, I've been paying extra attention to my cooking, so I'm able to better describe the process and how I feel when I'm preparing a new meal. I pay attention to textures, smells, colors, the taste of everything, and eat with all my senses on. It's been a great experience.


 

Well...  this exercise usually is fun, but... you know... accidents do happen in the kitchen, and I'm not talking about adding too much salt to your beans.

I was frying potato bolinhos last night, and a lot of hot oil spilled on the palm of my right hand and on my right leg. The burnt on my leg wasn't bad. I don't feel it at all now. But, the one on my hand was pretty bad. When hubs heard me in kitchen, he ran to help me. I kept my hand in cold water, but it was still hurting a lot. I had the not so brilliant idea of putting it in the fridge, and was dumb enough to touch one of the walls in the fridge. My already sore hand stuck to it, and I had to yank it back quickly. It was accident after accident. I first got burned with oil, and then with ice.


It's a bit swollen now, and it feels tingly and raw, but I'm fine. I didn't need to go see a doctor.

I guess I now know how to describe getting burned while cooking, in case Miguel has a little accident in the kitchen, too.

Hopefully, I'll be in one piece by the end of this book. Wish me luck.




All the best!
-- Becca   

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