For all my life, cooking and baking was where I went to lose myself. Dicing, Cutting, chopping, working that knife you had to keep your mind on the task at hand. Or you would lose a finger or at the very least cut yourself..which I have been known to do when I lost sight of what I was doing.
Baking requires following a recipe. Measuring and weighing ingredients exactly. I have a dyslexia with numbers so I constantly check myself. With baking you don’t know if you have a fail until you cut into a cake or bite a cookie or your souffle’ is flat as a crepe. But I love it…and I think I am pretty damn good at both baking and cooking and the only lessons I have had were from Home Economics in Middle School or from watching fine cooking shows. Julia, Jacques Pepin, Jose Torres, Galloping Gourmet, Nathalie Dupree to name a few, were my teachers albeit through the TV and through the internet.
I always said it was cheaper than therapy and always came out of a “session “with the house smelling great and something to eat. Of course its more fattening but way more fun and no one to say to you…”do you think that was a smart thing to say or do?”
I have never been a fan of therapy, but for reasons that don’t seem logical to those who like it. No reason to comment here on it..but it has just never been the route for me…thus cooking and baking and now blogging?
So back to cooking and why this blog now when there are more than a million blogs out there with amateurs and professionals and people somewhere in-between.
Sometime back in August I lost my job. I used to sell restaurant equipment. While the job itself wasn’t all that great and the people I worked for and worked with weren’t all that great, I loved it. I loved working with chefs and cooks getting their new business started or getting their business back on track after new equipment was delivered to them.
I miss that part of my job. I miss talking to bakers and chefs and store owners. I miss the conversations about food and sharing of recipes and emails back and forth with pictures of what they did best and what I tried to do. It was a community I was part of because of me selling equipment. I want to find a way back in..
So, readers if you will allow me…I will try to educate and entertain you. Why some equipment matters more than others. Why sometimes doing something simpler is better than fussing. Why this is infinitely better than therapy.