My first blog!
Feb. 1, 2010 7:04 pm
Updated: Feb. 6, 2010 7:23 pm
After several months of wondering how and where to start my own internet blog, I've finally met my perfect match. Who knew All Recipes could double for Eharmony? This account in general was created so that I could slowly but surely coax my mother into writing down her hundreds of recipes, during the preparation of which she refuses to use any sort of measuring device. How many chocolate chips are in her cake? "About that much." For how long should I let the teriyaki salmon simmer? "Until it looks nice and juicy." As the year progresses I hope to have as many of her original recipes on here as possible. I myself have been experimenting in the kitchen and might even be able to boast an entry or two of my own fabrication.
Cooking is indeed the creative outlet of the artistically challenged. You don't need to be able to sketch the Mona Lisa to know what tastes good. I suppose this is what attracted me to the hobby in the first place.Cooking provides an eraser for one's pencil. Sprinkle in a little too much paprika? What do I have that would taste good with that? It's never a mistake; simply an opportunity to try something new.
I'd started my cooking career in the most humble of fashions, helping my mother bake her world famous apple pies for family gatherings. As time went on I graduated to assisting her in the family kitchen three or four times a week. I enjoyed our sessions together tremendously, and even more so the delicious meal that followed. My mother, though lenient in her measuring (no amount of anything was set in stone to her), never liked to "mess with success" as she phrased it. This meant that though I was welcome to cook, I had to cook by her rules. The mere fact that you are on this site should be indicator enough that like me, you detest routine recipes. Thus on the day of Washington's first snow storm since 2003 did I set out to the local grocery store, armed with a simple bread pudding recipe I had researched the day before. I take after my grandfather in the way that we are both excruciatingly early risers, and my family was fast asleep as I spent the morning piecing together my Frankenstein pudding.
The end result was delectable, and this only encouraged me further in my pursuits. I have been baking, boiling, and basting ever since. My mother still holds a monopoly on dinnertime, but nothing could ever rival the amount of learning and fun that comes from preparing a little something here and there.
And on that note I bring my first blog to a close. Holler at me if you enjoyed it, and I assure you there will be many more to come.