I was thinking about my quest for the perfect bite. How I am always trying to create that WOW factor in my recipes. Then the realization slowly dawned on me and I thought, “Uh oh! I’m more like Mom than I thought. I’m a restless foodie!
Now, I knew I took on her adventurous side and can be stubborn just like she was, but this? Never considered her restless. Me either for that matter!
And now there, I said it. My confession is complete. I review restaurants, try other people’s recipes, and even with my own, I say to myself, “Isn’t there a way to make this better? What if I add this or take away that?” My quest seems never ending. Always striving to be better, to be more creative, to have everyone go, “Ah, now that’s what I call a perfect blend of spices, textures, and flavors. I can die happy now.”
I think my mother was in some ways the same way. Most of the time she didn’t cook the same thing twice. I mentioned her in earlier posts how she would cook a recipe, cross it off, and then you never ate it again. She was always onto something new. We complained as children when she made something we loved and would ask for it again, but the recipe was gone and she said she couldn’t remember how it was made. She was an excellent, eclectic cook, but would say she made it once, why do it again.
I realize deep down inside I’m restless. I wander the grocery aisle and say to myself, “oh look a scorpion pepper. Well, I already made jelly with these. Oh, but I can do so much more with them. Hmmm, candy? Sauce?” It’s a never-ending cycle.
However, here is one more confession. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love food and how it makes me feel when others like my dishes. I enjoy making people happy and I am glad I am never satisfied to rest on my laurels. To be restless, always seeking. Not only in food but in life.
I’m honored. I am like mom. I’m a restless foodie!
Until next, happy creating.