"Well, yeah" I admitted, "most of it." In addition to helping with the animals one of my main jobs is the cooking for the immediate family and anyone who wanders around, sometimes as many as nine people. While one part of me has gotten used to it, another part still marvels at my ability to adapt to this chore. For those of you who cook daily this may seem silly, but maybe you can still understand my amazement. It is well known that I love to bake, and even use it to de-stress. It's my default activity, bored? Bake. Event coming up? Bake. Need something to do with a friend? Bake. Babysitting? Bake. But cooking is a whole different ball game for me. Sure I'd cooked a few special dinners for my family with the close help of cookbooks and google. So you now see that every time I could conjure up a multi-dish have decent (or dare I say good) I would beam with pride. The first couple times I made the meals I would do so hesitantly, with my iPod opened with google close at hand. As I grew more confident though I started cooking by something I like to think of as food instinct, a simple sense of knowing how much to add of this or that, how long to cook for. It's how my dad cooks I know, with no text or book or even family recipe. Simply by knowing food, and while I am far from his level or calling myself an amateur chef I certainly am inspired to stray further from the comforting world of cakes and breads to the vast land of food in its entirety.
No comments:
Post a Comment