Any college student or fraternity house would say “Sure!”
but what about a 64-year-old grey hair guy living with a toaster oven and a
microwave?
Now remember this is winter. Those long dark, gray and
windy days of winter that drag on and on. Working out in my studio in the
winter isn’t really conducive to thoughts of fine cuisine.
“Keep it simple and quick” has been the motto for meal
preparation. Sandwiches and soup out-of-a-can and heated in the microwave or
those pre-pared stuff heated in the toaster oven have been the norm.
Now building a kitchen I’ve started thinking about cooking
again. Real cooking, not the stuff that I have left over in the only cookbook I
retained, my mother’s “The Art of Cooking Vol. 1”.
I was privilege with a wife who loved cooking as a hobby
and I was the taster Guiney pig. From oriental to homemade pasta to stews and
soups and a vegetarian diet every meal was an experiment. All the necessary
appliances and cookbooks and classes were provided and each dining experience
was a wonder. I should not have been surprised because all her hobbies were
intense.
I haven’t spent the time or had the space to prepare a meal
other than taking it out of a box or having it previously cooked for several
years. I have most of the utensils but not the cooking pots and pans and mixing
bowls of a fully equipped kitchen.
I already knew Southern cooking from my grandmother but
never from my mom. Most of our food was simple or cheap or from the club. Grew
up on greasy eggs in an iron pan, meatloaf, cream chip beef on toast, peanut
butter on Wonder bread, and green beans out of a can.
I’ve seen as many cooking shows as anyone else and
understand how to apply most of the spices and ingredients but learned at an
early age the pallet is trained.
So now I start to think of spending more time in the
kitchen and preparing fresh food for consumption. Even with a large recipe and
all the ingredients, with only one plate or bowl to fill, the leftovers will
have to be preserved.
The prep work is all the fun with food. Like some chemistry
class the mixing of flavors to achieve the brief necessity of feeding your face
can be a chore or a reward.
Now the daily trip through the aisles of the grocery store
takes on new observations. Most meals have certain similarities. A base of
starch seems to be the basis to begin with. Rice, Noodles, Potatoes, or Bread
seem to be the basic start to any recipe. Sauces of tomato or beans seem to
come next. If the sauce is thick it can be poured over the base, if the sauce
is thinned it can be a soup or stew. Roots and peppers can be added to taste.
Then there are those spices and herbs that make the flavor
to the individual delight of the taster. Grow them to pick fresh or store them
on the occasional need?
Haven’t looked at anything that had a face, no matter how
well they disguise it. The roughage is wonderful fresh seasoned with sea salt
and course pepper. Good for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or dessert.
Cooking takes a lot of thought. Cooking takes a lot of
time. Cooking leaves a big pile of dishes and pots and pans that must be washed
and put away.
I’ll just have a pizza and a beer.
What? It has some green stuff and some red stuff and some
mystery meat for protein and can be made in only a few minutes.
Burp!
2 comments:
We only cook once a week, and have leftovers for the rest of the week. It can be fun.
Cooking for one can work well, because as Art said, you can have at least two more meals with little work. But you need a hubby to do the dishes.
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