Learning to cook
In the days before I learned to cook, I thought of cooking as an impossible task. I honestly had no idea how to even put together a simple dish. My specialty was boiling water and frying an omelet which was as far as I ever thought I could go.
But when I was faced with the situation of living away from home, I had to learn to cook in a hurry. Well, it was either that or starve. Sure I could’ve eaten out, there are lots of eating places and they don’t necessarily have to be expensive, but some days, I was just so bogged down with work that I really didn’t want to have to deal with going out to eat. I just wanted to go home and kick my shoes off.
I was fortunate I had a roommate who could cook. She would be up at dawn and have something bubbling away on the stove before the sun was even completely up. I learned a few recipes and tricks from her and I slowly got the hang of things. As it turned out, cooking is easier than I’d ever imagined.
Simple meals are the best. Sometimes less is more. These days, I love cooking for my kids. In fact, I love cooking so much I’ve started looking up a list of Culinary Schools in hopes of attending a few classes. I’ve never been to a formal culinary class. Everything I know is from reading and my own cooking experience.
Culinary school sounds like a lot of fun, you know, meeting like-minded individuals and chefs to share knowledge and ideas sounds like an enriching experience. Not that I even dare to imagine myself as a chef by any means but I find the idea of understanding the art and science of cooking rather appealing.
