In April, I posted on my loss of passion. I asked the question, what do you do when you lose your passion for the very thing you started to build your life and career? Do you try to persevere and muddle through? Do you take time away and hope that your passion comes back? Or, do you look for other avenues to pursue?
It seemed I tried everything to get it back. And I don’t live alone in my house. Let’s face it; while my cooking passion is gone, my husband is the one in trouble. He doesn’t cook and if I’m not cooking, it’s fast food or frozen foods. I have to say that while I was struggling, John was very supportive. He would say, “Don’t worry about me. I will find something.” John is a great guy and I love him for the fact there was no pressure to get me cooking again.
What I needed to get it back is something that unexpectedly happened. I wrote that I was going to go back East to visit family. We have two Italian greyhounds and John didn’t want to leave them alone all day, so we asked a young neighbor to let them out for us. She said she would, and her payment was to have a gluten free cooking lesson. I agreed.
Now, I have to admit I wasn’t looking forward to it. Not because of the young lady, who is so sweet, big hearted, and an avid baker. No, it was because I still hadn’t found my passion. Trying to come up with a lesson and recipes for her to choose from was hard. I laugh now because the one she chose was a several step kind of recipe. That morning, I kept thinking how I couldn’t wait for the lesson to be over. I wanted to get in the kitchen and then right back out. Had no intention of having any creative juices rumbling beneath the surface, and the thought of having any kind of fun was not even in my brain sphere.
The great news is I had so much fun! We talked about formulas for baking, leavens, how to blend flours, and gluten free diets. She loved the smell of the vanilla and how the vanilla seeds looked in the pudding. I watched the joy in her face as she prepared and spooned the batter on to the pan. The huge smile when the mini-cakes came out of the oven perfectly. She did an excellent job and was such a joy to teach. My young friend had a great time and wants to take another lesson.
It was seeing her having so much fun that ignited a little spark inside of me. To watch someone who was enjoying herself in the kitchen made me realize that maybe I took my ability for granted. That I was letting the last year dictate how I felt about cooking. How I needed to give myself a break and enjoy life and the kitchen again.
The spark is ignited and I can’t wait to see where it goes from here.
Until next time, happy creating.