Thus sayeth my son. He cooks. He certainly didn't learn that talent from me; I like to eat, so I learned to cook was his answer to my inquiry about the origins of his skills.
We spent one memorable early evening discussing the differences between slicing, chopping, dicing, and mincing. Why in the world would that make a difference turned to a deeper understanding of how the bigger bites took longer to cook/imparted more crunch/changed the color of the dish/took less time to prepare. There have been times when he's called to ask which is bigger - dicing or mincing?
I love it when calling mom is faster than watching a YouTube video.
He introduced us to Blue Apron, the ingredients-and-instructions-in-a-box service. Their recipes are simple to follow. Their spicing is often unusual. They encourage creativity. After a while, we both decided that it was too expensive and often inconvenient. 4 meals arriving at 8pm on Wednesday night -their delivery date to Tucson - meant I was cooking in all weekend; before Pandemica, that was a definite NO.
But my son did not stop cooking. He created Big Cuter Chicken and a cabbage salad dressed with za'atar infused EVOO. Although he likes his spaghetti al dente if you're a shark (ie severely undercooked) last night his meatballs disappeared from the serving plate with surprising rapidity.
Having him cook for us is an extra added benefit of his visits.
Calling me out for excellent vocabulary is another.
I like to eat, so I learned to cook -- my grandson said the exact same thing. My daughter can manage a microwave and has no interest in cooking at all and junk food is just fine with her, which makes me so sad.
ReplyDeleteBoth my kids, and my granddaughter, love to cook. I'm happy being the recipient of their talents. How funny that you heard the same I like to eat sorry.
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I think that applies to me too: I like to eat so I learned to cook.
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