How to make perfect Pasta Bolognaise just like your mamma mia

Hello and welcome back to the first

episode of Cooking with Daniel in my new

Airbnb. Hopefully if I just show this

counter, I won't give away my location.

So today I'm gonna make pasta with

some bacon bits and frozen peas, and I've

got this bolognese sauce.

I'm not sure if there's meat in here. I

can't believe how cheap all this food was.

I got more as well. I got some rice and

eggs in the fridge, and I got some other

stuff, and it didn't even cost me more—

any more than €20. And this is going to

last me for about 2 days, probably more.

So that's pretty good. Look at all of the

cooking equipment that came with the

kitchen. Plenty of pots and pans.

So I need a frying pan for the bacon and

then boil the pasta in the pot.

Ugh, these are left-handed scissors.

Look, the way the handle's shaped. If you

try and use your right hand, it feels

really uncomfortable. It's shaped for your

left hand. Who the hell uses their left

I think it's turned on. Yep, it's getting

warm. That's good. So whilst we wait for

the pasta, I guess we can have a chat.

Uh, I don't know why, but I feel like I'm

in a weird mood today. Maybe because my

last video did really badly. I mean,

really, really badly. I guess people are

fed up with all my travel vlogs where I

just sit in a train without saying

anything. I don't know. I don't know what

I would say even if I had the confidence

to start talking. I'd just be like, hey

guys, I'm in a train. We're moving very

fast. What else would you say? I don't

know. I guess it was worth trying to make

that kind of video. You never know, maybe

in a few months' time we'll pick up on

views. But yeah, I think I'm done making

travel vlogs. I obviously suck

at it and people obviously don't care. So

I guess I have to go back to making weird

topics. I guess I have a few weird topics

I can make into videos. Like I did buy

women's underwear and I did buy Belle

Delphine's OnlyFans. You know what else

I noticed? Really small Japanese people—

I mean, really small YouTube channels run

by Japanese people making these reaction

videos to Filthy Frank and then getting

hundreds of thousands of views. I think I

might try that. I mean, I kind of look

like a Japanese person. Why not?

And then I can talk about it. I don't know

if I can make it 10 minutes though. It's

worth a try, I suppose. Didn't really

sleep very well either. For some reason,

I couldn't get to sleep until sometime

past 2 AM, and then I woke up really early

around 6. I couldn't go back, I couldn't

fall back to sleep, so I just woke up.

And now I feel really— I feel kind of

dizzy. Maybe it's because I haven't eaten

anything apart from a banana. Maybe after

lunch I'll feel differently. Not sure why

I feel so scared about showing this

Airbnb. I don't think I'd get in trouble.

I don't think the owner would care if some

weirdo sent him a bunch of messages saying

Daniel's this and that.

I guess I kind of lost confidence.

Before, I was just like, who cares? I'll

show the hotel name, show where— which

street I'm on. Nothing happened anyway.

The last 2 Airbnbs— no, the last 3

Airbnbs, I made it pretty obvious where I

was staying and No one, no one messaged

me about it saying, um, excuse me,

Daniel, found your video on YouTube,

don't appreciate you showing my home on

your channel. Also, I feel a bit

frustrated with all the people moaning at

me because I said I wasn't going to talk

Even if I was going to talk about girls,

honestly, there's no girls right now. I'm

not meeting anyone, so there's not even

anyone to talk about in the first place.

And is it really that interesting if I

talk about girls? I don't understand what

everyone's obsession is with me talking

about girls all the time. It would just be

like, I met a girl, we did this, we did

that, this is why I didn't like her. And

then people will get upset because I

didn't like her. It's so frustrating.

When I talk about girls, people call me a

misogynist because I said bad things about

them and I'm using them for views. And

then when I don't talk about girls, they

just start complaining because my

channel's boring now. So I can't win, can

I? Either make weird,

questionable content, or I make

safe, boring content that people don't

want to watch. It's just so frustrating.

There really isn't anything interesting

going on. I'm just going between Airbnbs

to Airbnbs, and then I'm going shopping,

buying food, and then I just spend all day

walking around nature places like parks or

rivers. And then I come home and I make

some food. That's all I'm doing. I'm not,

not doing anything crazy. I think

people had this weird image of my life and

they thought I was this crazy person who

got up to all this crazy stuff. My life

isn't that crazy, to be honest. It's

pretty mundane. Sure, there were a few,

few dramatic events when I was married,

but I'm not married anymore, am I? Not

sure why I'm trying to convince everyone

that my life's not interesting. I guess I

want people to think my life's interesting

so they carry on watching, but to be

honest, it's not really that interesting.

And then they start saying, oh, why should

we watch you then if it's not interesting?

I don't know.

Why should you watch me? Watch me if you

want to watch me. If you don't want to

watch me, then don't watch, I guess. It's

not that difficult. I guess I just have to

think of more interesting topics. I think

if I have a good topic, then the doesn't

really matter if the video is kind

of dull. It's like, I thought the video

I made about getting a job was pretty

boring. I just sat there with a shirt.

People seem to love it. Got nearly 40,000

views. I can't believe that. But there's

only one time that I can talk about

getting a job. I can't keep talking about

it, can I? Unless I actually get a job.

Even if I did get a job for real, I

wouldn't talk about it because I wouldn't

want people finding out where I work.

Even if I said, oh, I'm working in a

sandwich shop now, um, that puts

my job at risk because, you know, you just

have to do a Google search for sandwich

shops. So even if I did get a job for

real, I wouldn't even say anything about

Something a bit annoying about this Airbnb

is— maybe I shouldn't say it because then

it kind of makes it a bit obvious where I

am. Okay, I'm going to say it. Oh,

there's so many things I can't say. So

frustrating. Oh no, it's boiling over.

Whoa, whoa, stop, stop, stop!

I said stop. Oh, now I've made

Sorry if I'm moaning too much. I can't

stop. Complaining about everything.

So next we put in the bacon like

this. I think that'll be enough.

Bacon's looking nice. Okay,

pasta finished cooking, so now we can

scoop it out using your strainer.

Put it into the frying pan and

then get your bolognese sauce and put it

on top like this.

And then we have to mix it around.

It's a bit

hard to do with one hand, so I'll put down

the camera. And that is my special pasta

recipe, looking very nice. So hopefully

this tastes pretty good. This is my first—

actually, I think this is the first time

I've cooked pasta since I left Japan.

Remember, I used to cook a lot of pasta

back in Japan,

and then people always used to moan

because I snapped the spaghetti in half.

People moan about everything, don't they?

On my new video, someone's moaning because

I sat on the floor to eat my McDonald's.

He said I can't stand people

who sit on the floor and eat. Yeah, well,

my legs were tired and I wanted to sit

down to eat my meal. I don't care if you

think it's annoying.

Hmm,

I think the bacon is a bit too salty and

a bit too overcooked. It's a bit

hard. Maybe the bacon was unnecessary,

but I would rate this meal 6.5

out of 10. I think it's very tasty.

Maybe some fried mushrooms would improve

the flavor.

Hmm, yeah, I think that was pretty good.

Pretty good cooking session.

Finally, a decent meal. I've just been

eating sandwiches and cold pasta from

supermarkets the last 3 days because I was

in that tiny hotel and there was no

kitchen.