So, for a 22F who has never made a roast dinner in her life, I have done 2 in a week.

First time I made a roast, was Christmas Day. Me and my boyfriend was meant to go to my Mum’s, but due to Covid, we couldn’t. So I made a roast for us. Didn’t do much, only had turkey, veg, roast potatoes, Yorkshire Puddings and gravy, so literally not much.

Second time was tonight (live in the UK, we ate 7:00pm our time.), I did a roast pork joint, with my creamy mash, veg and gravy.

I normally am confident to a degree with cooking, I was bought 3 new cook books for Christmas (I wanted them) to help improve my cooking.

My boyfriend eats pretty much everything and anything. He says when I cook, its really nice. He said he was proud of me for cooking the 2 roasts and more so because neither meat was dry (which is what I worried about most). He’s even told his Mum he’s proud of me, because, his words “she has gone from never making a roast, to making 2 absolutely amazing and delicious roasts in a week.”

But obviously, theres always a catch. I can’t stop criticising or thinking I have done a terrible job. I have kept telling him he doesn’t need to lie, I know I have done shit. He’s adamant that I haven’t and that he generally enjoyed them. But he says that with all my cooking and I know why he says it; if someone gives me constructive criticism, I automatically assume I did a shit job and I shut down and refuse to do it again.

I suppose I’m proud for pushing myself, but I can’t stop over thinking it.