(photo stolen from Stephen's Europe pictures)I've finally embraced myself. Well, maybe not quite that intense, but I have finally discovered my love. And it does not include the oven. It's a decision that, though small, is life changing for me: I don't have to bake in order to love cooking. Phew, that's a relief.
Anthony Bourdain helped me discover this. (And yes, I have been spending all my time watching No Reservations. Hey, I'd rather go to New Zealand than do my homework. Or clean. Or really do anything else.) In Paris, his very first episode, he summed it up perfectly: "There's only two things wrong with bakers: One, I can't do what they do and Two, they get up too damn early in the morning". I'd much rather spend my time improving my cooking than carefully measure flour. I think there's a subconscious reason why I destroyed nearly all my measuring spoons and half the measuring cups. I hate them, and refuse to use them. It's not stubbornness, it's resilience.
But with this new-found enlightenment, comes the downfalls -- cooking every night means the kitchen is always dirty. No matter how thoroughly I clean it each day, it looks like a bomb went off each night. So I've decided Steve gets to deal with it this time. he he. I cook, isn't it ok for him to clean once and a while :o)
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