The way to my heart is through my rib cage, but the stomach works, too
Saturday, January 27th, 2007One of my hobbies is cooking. I’m not very good at it, though I do hope to get better at it.
I’m very fond of cooking for several reasons. The biggest reason is that I like to feed my friends. I enjoy hearing them dig into a dish that I’ve worked on. I like knowing that I’ve created something that brings a bit of joy to the people I care about. And with luck, it actually tastes good.
Another reason that I like cooking is that I like working with my hands. Normally I dislike my hands and my work area being messy, but with food I don’t mind it at all (with the possible exception of some types of offal). But it feels good knowing that the various bowls and plates of raw ingredients that are sitting on my kitchen counter are going to end up as a finished dish.
The final reason is possibly the most obvious - I like to eat. So I tend to create dishes that I would want to eat myself. This leads me to make a lot of pasta sauces, stews, and meat dishes. (Sorry, vegetarians) So far, I’ve yet to get any complaints, although that may be because my friends are too kind to tell me that my cooking is bad.
I’m willing to try just about any recipe, though I’ve had bad luck when it comes to baked goods and desserts. That hasn’t really stopped me from trying to make them, but the results are often thrown away before anyone else can sample how bad they’ve come out.