In high school, I couldn’t stand biology class. It was hard, there was a lot of memorization, and we didn’t get to cut things up as often as I’d have liked. I’ve always been a kinesthetic hands-on learner and lecture classes have always made me struggle. When I got to chemistry, though, my fertile mind really grasped the concepts because it was less about the lecture and more about learning through practical experiments. I loved following the directions, measuring out the elements and watching science take place right in front of my eyes.
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Growing up in a house full of picky eaters, my mother didn’t really ever get to flex her cooking chops. I tease her and often joke about the fact that she only made three things and rotated them (chicken & rice, spaghetti, french toast – the way she makes them are still my favorites!).
My dad and brother basically ate meat and potatoes. Experimentation was never really encouraged and often when we had a new dish, we were forced to choke down three “big kid” bites. When I ate at friends houses’ I almost always was introduced to something new and it took a while to understand that just because I’d never had it, didn’t mean that I wouldn’t like it.
Then I went off to college and ate crappy, bland, and high fat foods in a cafeteria. Three years later, I moved to DC and had a roommate from Texas who could cook anything and everything. It blew my mind that she could make something new and different every night of the week. There were spices I’d never heard of, dishes that seemed foreign, and flavors that rocked my world.
But I never bothered to ask her to show me how she did it.
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Five years ago, I decided that I probably wouldn’t be moving out of the condo any time soon, so I wanted to make my condo my castle. Remodeling the kitchen was a huge investment, but I knew it was the thing that would make the biggest difference in my home life. I already loved to entertain, but a new kitchen would make me even prouder of my little space on this earth.
I selected new floors, cabinets, and countertops, then went off to the Depot to choose appliances. While I was there looking at several different models of ranges, microwaves, cooktops, and products, I decided that enough was enough and while I was investing in my kitchen, it was also time to invest in my cooking skills.
I purchased cookbooks and new cookware. I made a concerted effort to actually use it all. I invited friends and family over with the caveat that if anything was inedible, I’d order pizza.
And I realized that spices made everything better; that a meal wasn’t just the main dish; that something made with care and shared with loved ones always tasted fine; and that following directions and then knowing when to go off and make personal little edits, could result in something beautiful.
It was just like that chemistry class…once I learned how to follow the directions and learn as I went, I could see something wonderful and tangible unfurl right before my eyes. Not only did I learn to cook, but I developed a new degree of self-confidence and pride.
And that, my friends, always tastes delicious.
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