Once upon a time I used to love to cook. Every aspect of it. From the shopping to cleaning up, everything thrilled me. I loved to throw ingredients together and see what the outcome was. I loved having people over to taste my cooking. Culinary school was well worth it to me. It taught me valuable experience, however I quickly learned that restaurant cooking wasn't for me. I didn't like the hours, and I didn't like not being able to dictate what I cooked. I was given orders and made to cook what the guests demanded. Restaurant and Assisted Living Facility cooking quickly killed my high for cooking.
My passion and flair is still there, I can feel it, but I don't have the drive anymore. I want so much to come home from work and cook my husband the most delicious of foods, but 9 times out of 10 we eat the same meals routinely. I have a plethora of cookbooks and knowledge, but after I work all day (whether at work or around the house) the last thing I want to do is stand in the kitchen for 2+ hours cooking. Cooking deserves time. Sure, there are crock pot recipes, which are Heaven sent; and then there are recipes that take 30 minutes or less to cook, and those are wonderful, too.
I just want to cook something that when you walk in the door your mouth begins watering and your stomach growling, and by the time you take your first bite your thinking, "There's no way this will taste as good as it smells," but then your mouth is undergoing an explosion of flavor and you close your eyes in ecstasy. In that moment you know this is what food should always taste like. My mouth is watering now envisioning the most savory of dishes washing over my palate.
I don't know the point of writing all of this, maybe trying to get myself back in the mood of cooking something extravagant. Whatever it is I am going to go find something to cook with what I have in the house. If it turns out good there may be pictures. In the words of the famous Julia Child Bon Appétit!
XoXo,
Tia
