My kitchen speaks to me in the sounds of sizzling onion and the clacking of the wooden spoon against the edge of the pot. It speaks to me in the tantalizing aromas of the cooking, and sometimes in the odor of my oil overheating while I frantically chop something to put into it. The kitchen speaks to me through the coarse feel of a sweet potato's skin as I wash it under the tap and the stinging watering I get in my eyes when I chop the onion that marks the beginning of most of my dishes. Finally, my kitchen speaks to me and to each person that I share my food with through the presentation of the finished product and the flavor that dances on your tastebuds.
If my kitchen could actually speak in words, it would probably tell you that I neglect it for days on end and then abuse it for a day or two of marathon cooking when I come home to prepare the next batch of meals for work.
Cooking sits at the top of my favorite things. I've thought of going to culinary school and becoming a chef and then decided that the reasons why I love cooking so much include how relaxing it is for me to craft a meal (especially when I just look at what I have in the fridge and make something up) and the pleasure of sharing my food with the people whom I love. I think those things would be lost if I was working in a restaurant.
My kitchen doesn't get as much love as I'd like it to, since I am a flight attendant and am away for days at a time, but I've been trying to take my meals with me lately, so in this blog I'll try to record my adventures in the kitchen, and sometimes the meals that I eat when away from it.
In case you're wondering, I'm a much happier (and healthier) flight attendant when I eat home cooked meals instead of bad-for-you take away food.
What stories could your kitchen tell if it had a voice? For most people, the kitchen is the center of the home, the place where everyone congregates. Does your kitchen bring your family and friends together? Please share your stories in the comments section.
Cheers!
If my kitchen could actually speak in words, it would probably tell you that I neglect it for days on end and then abuse it for a day or two of marathon cooking when I come home to prepare the next batch of meals for work.
Cooking sits at the top of my favorite things. I've thought of going to culinary school and becoming a chef and then decided that the reasons why I love cooking so much include how relaxing it is for me to craft a meal (especially when I just look at what I have in the fridge and make something up) and the pleasure of sharing my food with the people whom I love. I think those things would be lost if I was working in a restaurant.
My kitchen doesn't get as much love as I'd like it to, since I am a flight attendant and am away for days at a time, but I've been trying to take my meals with me lately, so in this blog I'll try to record my adventures in the kitchen, and sometimes the meals that I eat when away from it.
In case you're wondering, I'm a much happier (and healthier) flight attendant when I eat home cooked meals instead of bad-for-you take away food.
What stories could your kitchen tell if it had a voice? For most people, the kitchen is the center of the home, the place where everyone congregates. Does your kitchen bring your family and friends together? Please share your stories in the comments section.
Cheers!
