My friend Mitzi asked me today if I had ever written anything on my blog about how much I love to cook. And there it was, that inspiration from an unexpected source.
I was never much interested in cooking early on and I'm really not sure what has sparked this latest desire to create with food, but I'm just going to go with it. Who can resist the heady aroma of fresh basil, the sun-drenched bite of lemon grass, the aroma of vanilla and cinnamon wafting through the house, or that decadent first crunchy-sweet velvet taste of creme brulee on the tongue.
This may sound a little freakish, but I love to stand and look at the produce section just after it's been refreshed with water. All those colors, tastes, textures just waiting to be turned into something that satisfies. I love the smell of garlic on my hands. I don't hurry to the sink to wash it off. I hold my hands up to my face and breathe. There is something so satisfying at looking at a pile of ingredients on the kitchen counter and combining them one by one into a dish that in no way resembles the original components. I love the sound my knife makes, that repetitive chop. The sound of onions and pancetta sizzling in a pan. Pasta water boiling away, a whisk against the side of a bowl or the snap of a snow pea. Food Music.
I also think my attraction to cooking is connected to the kitchen itself. As a child, the kitchen was the room in the house where everyone congregated. It's a warm, safe, friendly room. A room to not only cook in but to laugh, talk and simply relax. I love to have someone sitting with me while I cook, wine in hand. You'd be surprised what people will tell you when you're cooking for them!
I'll cook for one or twenty-one. I'll try anything once, both cooking and eating. If you come to visit, I'll cook for you and you will relax, eat well and laugh. I promise! So what are you waiting for, come on over :)