i think right from the moment i got pregnant the one thing i kept looking forward to was cooking for our kiddo (which i do on a regular basis, even if he opts not to eat).
i grew up in a country where you have freshly made food every day. and i mean my grandma getting up at 6am to make breakfast, then would start lunch around 11, and dinner was some time between 5 and 6pm (my grandparents did a lot of my initial upbringing so most of my memories are of them with me.)
but i digress… back to my love for cooking. i’m not really sure when it started but i do remember cooking when i was fairly small; mainly for my siblings and cousins. i think one of my very first memories is from when i was around 7 years old, i was making something like a stew and getting quite upset at one of my cousins because he had chopped and diced my tomatoes, when i wanted them sliced… it’s all in the details!!!
these days cooking has become one of my stress relievers. my wife says that i usually start cooking when i get stressed and she might be right. i find there is something soothing and relaxing in getting ingredients ready, chopping, stirring, the smells in the kitchen and at the end the satisfaction of having created a dish (food) that your family will enjoy.
sometimes i get lazy and crave-y (is that a word?) and i end up making cubano sandwiches.
but even in what many people would consider a lazy dish i find joy… all the ingredients, putting them together and marrying into this great and tasty harmony of flavours. truly, you must try and make them some time.
the one bad thing about me cooking that i have to own is the fact i don’t clean after myself when i’m doing so, and i end up with a sink full of utensils and plates i’ve used while cooking. but there’s a very rational explanation for this: in my mind i’m in a professional kitchen where there’s someone cleaning up after me as i am busy creating my masterpieces ;). in reality it’s mostly my wife that ends up cleaning my mess.
until next post…