A summary of my culinary passions. Or, why I Feel Like Cooking:
I love food. It is the ultimate toy. And I have been playing with my food ever since my first oven took its place in the corner of the my pink, little girl's bedroom, it's small, petite burners casting a faint glow of possibility on the faces of my well pampered dolls and fringed curtains. I didn't have tea parties, I had feasts, and it is amazing my barbies were able to retain their figures, especially since I insisted they always order dessert.
I guess I felt like there was always meant to be an apron on my hip and a spatula in my hand. (And a matching purse on my arm, apparently.) It just felt right and I knew I could figure out how to do anything if properly accessorized. Maybe you understand or you wouldn't be here reading the musings of someone who would rather wander the aisles of Sur La Table, or collect funky dishes, than wear a mink coat.
Here's another thing I love about food. It affects all our senses and possesses an incredible ability to soothe us, challenge us, elevate us and certainly define us. Over the years I have found my love of food and cooking deepen as I experiment with textures, chemistry and flavor combinations. I love adding something spicy to a sweet dish, or making things twirl and sizzle in a pan. It's like discovering an imaginary friend that is always next to you, urging you on to greatness and experimentation one recipe at a time.
Eons ago, and I do mean eons, I cooked my first meal. You know, the one in your first house. Not the one where you help you mom make green bean casserole, or slice carrots for your aunt's salad. I mean cooking in the space you arranged, with magnets on the fridge that mean something to you and a deviled egg dish in the cupboard that dreams of greatness. And because I was a newlywed, clad in a smiling cloak of panic as I maneuvered my way from stove, to fridge, I needed to feel spectacular about what I put on the table, so I bought one of those jello molds at KMart and began wowing my dinner guests. (Well, my mom thought it was awesome!) The final creation even emerged in once piece and looked very formal on a table featuring boiled corn and fish sticks. That's probably because the jello was two tiered, the effect occurring because I didn't know the jello should be partly set before you add cool whip. Happy accident #1 and it has led to a lot of mistakes that I have turned into triumphs. Ain't they all.
As you peruse my website, I hope you will see that most of it is the result of whimsy and a need to calm myself beside a stainless pan with fresh ingredients at my side. There you will find me smiling, and most likely barefoot (I hate to cook with shoes on.) a pad of butter poised in my hand, and friends gathered around a table. I have learned that the most amazing things happen spontaneously, and the best ingredients are the ones that beg you to let them be the stars. All in all, it's what happens when "I Feel Like Cooking."