By day I am a resourceful, solution-oriented manager. By night I go home and meditatively prepare a nice meal. I freely admit my natural tendency in the kitchen is to follow a recipe to the letter. My practical nature believes someone else has tested the recipe so it must be proven. Why mess with a good thing? The short answer I have come to realize is it's somewhat limiting and not terribly creative.
Alton Brown in our household. Each step choreographed -- in the right place.
Watch my husband John cook. He measures spices in his hand and dumps them in. If the recipe calls for 1/2 cup of soy sauce, he'll add 3/4 or so. I don't really know for sure because he just pours it straight from the bottle. "That should be about right," is often heard. Think of him as Emeril. Bam!
We both consistently make good meals and we've both had failures. Our only difference is process.
When we cook together, John intuitively can sense my discomfort at his process. He calmly volunteers the recipe is "merely a suggestion."
Yet, I continue to methodically follow recipes. One would think I would have learned when the occasional disastrous creation I labored over disproved my ingrained "it's tested it must be good" theory.
What could break this cycle of mine? It turns out the answer would be found outside the kitchen. Swing dancing lessons provided the path.
I grew up dancing, mostly for musical theater. Everything was choreographed. But in partner dance, especially the swing dance steps I was learning, I had to release the choreographed dancer's mind set. As a woman it is my role to follow the man's lead but I found myself leading my rotating dance partners during lessons.
A few insistent "Stop leading!!" comments and I finally got it.
After repeated experiences at dancing in this new way, it dawned on me I was also releasing my tight grip in other aspects in my life....including cooking! Cooking has always been a meditative process for me, but now it's also joyful. I can now say I really appreciate what The Joy of Cooking is all about.
And when my husband and I create meals together now, it feels like we are dancing!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
What prompted me to start a blog? My two girlfriends did. Every spring the three of us schedule a girl's weekend. Our trips are never as extreme as those depicted in the Sex and the City movies. However, our personal revelations are just as poignant each year.
This year we chose a wine tasting expedition in Temecula. We did the responsible thing and hired a car service to traipse us from one winery to another. As expected, the giggles ensued and grew as the afternoon wore on. Our first winery schooled us in the qualities of a 1st pressed grape versus 3rd and 4th pressed grapes. Two buck chuck from Trader Joes for instance is more than likely a multiple pressed variety and the flavor of the grape is smoothed out for a less sophisticated pallet. All three of us were eager to learn more. My first clue that my new found obsession with food and drink was not a solo affair.
Later at dinner we revealed our latest obsessions to each other. Unbeknownst to the other, we three had become equally obsessed with food, the quality of it, the lack of regulation, what it meant to our families's health, etc. I loved the experience of rediscovering our bond once again.
The beauty of spending long periods of quality time with your friends is you have the time to ponder(plan), dream (create), evaluate (taste) and appreciate (a fine meal) your shared experiences.
My girlfriends, our comarderie provides such support. Luckily we have the opportunity to steal away so that we can remind ourselves how our friendship provides us the essential nutrients of our lives. Everything is truly in its place.
If you want to plan your own "Girl's Weekend" to Temecula: