“I think careful cooking is love, don’t you? The loveliest thing you can cook for someone who’s close to you is about as nice a valentine as you can give.” – Julia Child
Groovy kind of Kitchen
I started this blog because as the Covid-19 quarantine progressed into it’s 6th or 8th week (who can even keep track anymore?), I found myself getting increasingly short-tempered. My cabin fever-induced anxiety and the stress of temporarily living with my parents was all simply becoming too much.
I began to turn more and more to cooking. I began challenging myself with recipes I had always thought too difficult and dishes I reserved for going out only.
The thing about cooking is that when I am cooking, everything else melts away. I won’t pretend that I don’t get snappy with my cooking assistants (my sister and boyfriend mostly), but that generally comes from a place of focus, not being genuinely upset. I’m working on that and I’ll let you know how it goes.
I never understood the kids who said they liked math because there is “always a right answer.” I think I most understand it in the kitchen, where there is a whole rainbow of right answers and a couple of very clearly wrong ones as well. There is structure and creativity as well. My favorite cooking measurement is “to taste” because how you cook depends so much on who you are and what you like, but also who you are cooking for. When you are cooking for those you love, sometimes “to taste” is a compromise between what they like and what you like.
To cook, I always try to find what recipes excite me and then of those recipes, try to figure out which ones will most excite the people who will be eating the food.