Cooking frustration
After reading a resent post on chaotic.nexusvector.net about how its much different cooking for yourself alone when you’re used to cooking as part of a group in an apartment situation, I felt this might be a good time to talk about my own cooking frustrations.
I’ve always enjoyed cooking to a certain degree. My Dad taught me the joys of grilling when I was about 14 years old. My Grandma always let me help her in the kitchen making cookies if I wanted to. Then in my sophomore year at RIT my roommate Dan introduced me to the practical cooking genius of Alton Brown. He has published several books and hosts a show on the Food Network called Good Eats. His show doesn’t offer so much recipes as it offers practical knowledge about how cooking actual works. Much of his show feels like a high school science class as he goes over things like gluten (what makes stuff like bread chewy) production or the Malliard reaction (what makes meat brown when cooked). Because of the education Alton’s show has given me, I feel quite capable in the kitchen, and free to explore food and its possibilities.
My frustration arises from my current surroundings. I moved back in with my parents after graduation from RIT in May because I am more than welcome there, I would like to get some savings in the bank, and I would like to get a jump on my student loans. My parents are awesome people, don’t get me wrong, but they just don’t share the passion I have for food. Any time I suggest an alteration of one of their own dishes or a new dish to try I am usually met with either blank, uncaring stares or a slight amount of fear of the unknown and/or change. I look forward to the day when I can cook exactly what I want, and not have to worry about pleasing or accommodating anyone else.
