I have been contemplating the differences in people. I, personally, have never been comfortable around people much, but find myself feeling more at home and welcome in the company of animals. Hard to believe, but I know there
are people who don’t care much for them and others who are even afraid of them.
There are people who are very self confident and self assured (I’m not one of those either) and those who second guess themselves or are painfully shy. (believe it or not...I actually fit that description!)
There are those who will push their way up to the front of the line and others who quietly stand at the end, saying nothing when someone else cuts in front.
There are those who climb fences or run through closed gates to look for a new adventure, and those who would not step foot on someone else’s property without express permission on pain of death.
Some people value family and honor above all things, others value possessions and popularity. Some define themselves by who they believe in, others by what they do. Some folks make great efforts to give you a hand up, others
will grind you under their heel. Some are self sacrificing, others are self serving. Some are self aggrandizing, others are self promoting. I think the differences in people are far more vast than the differences in animals of a species. I find them difficult
to understand, for the most part, but then, I can’t honestly say I really understand myself either. I have noticed a couple of things about myself though.
Today I have been contemplating the differences in people who cook.
I have my own theories about cooking. My mom was a good cook, but she never taught me anything about it. I bought a cookbook when I was 16 because I wanted to know how to bake a potato. There are a lot of people who laugh and
scoff at some of the really basic recipes on AR, but there are probably a lot more people today who haven’t got the first clue how to make something than there ever has been before, considering that so many families eat on the run and grab fast food.
I have a dear friend, much younger than I, who once told me she could not cook. She was quite adamant about it. I asked her “Can you read?”
She said “Of course I can read”.
I said, “Then you can cook. All you need to do is read the recipe. It’s not rocket science”.
I bought her a cookbook. She dove in and today, a couple of years later, she not only cooks for her family, she bakes bread, makes pies, cans her own spaghetti sauce and a plethora of other things.
Reading is a good thing. There are folks who like to read and others who avoid it at all costs.
There are folks who can’t and those who won’t.
Then there are those who rigidly follow a recipe as though it was law and those who find recipes to be a mere suggestion.
I am the former. I cannot bring myself to stray from the written directions, I cannot ‘eyeball’ an ingredient, it must be measured, I cannot substitute and I cannot experiment. It’s like a sickness. I absolutely know that if
I do not obey and follow the directions exactly as written, there will be a terrible disaster, perhaps even a mushroom shaped cloud emanating from my kitchen. Once I have successfully done so, if I find the results pleasing, I then OWN the recipe and am free
to do as I wish.
Others CANNOT bring themselves to follow a recipe, but find they must embrace their creativity and throw themselves into the dish with substitutions, additions and variances of quantity in ingredients. These are the folks that
often CREATE the recipes to which I am so dutifully bound. In the wake of disaster, they nonchalantly proceed through life, remaking, rebaking, re-creating as though the universe itself did not depend on their success.
What kind of recipe person are you??