When I was 12 years old it became my responsibility to cook the evening meals if my mother was working second shift at the hospital. She would leave me a recipe on the edge of the counter that I was supposed to follow. Supposed to follow! At first I hated the responsibility, I wanted to be outside with my friends. However, I figured out that by cooking the meal, I could leave out the vegetables or ingredients I didn’t like. I had control! Mom wasn’t there to stop me and by time she got home, I would be asleep. And when I got up, she would be asleep. Win, win.
Then, as I grew older I got more creative. Some of the meals were way over the top, like when I made beef wellingtons but also made homemade bread. And on top of that meal, made a four-layer cake. No one walked away from that meal hungry.
It became an obsession to have a dish better than the last dish. As the boys grew older, they inspired me to be more adventurous because I wanted to teach them to at least try everything to broaden their palates. Having diversity in my cooking and passing that along to them was truly the greatest gift, as both boys became huge foodies. They also are darn great cooks. John, the greatest husband, is a very cooperative guinea pig. He will, sometimes with trepidation, try everything I make. Which inspires me to be more creative.
I look back and see how what I thought of as a chore led me to a passion. And, that my friends, is how I got interested in cooking.
Until next time, happy creating.