As the holidays hit high season and I spend most of the day preparing food, I think back on the folks who influenced my interest in cooking, roasting, grilling, and smoking food. Three people stand out in my memory, my Italian grandmother, my Mom, and my Pop. Nonni and Mom demonstrated what could be done in a kitchen. Pop taught me how to grill. What amazed me about the women though was the way they'd spend hours and hours putting some amazing scratch meals on the table, especially on the holidays. They never instructed or involved me, but I watched what they did and ate everything offered.
Now, I'm about as far from a momma's boy as you'll find but I love to eat. My growing waistline is a testament to that love. Once I left home for university it became apparent I was going to have to learn to cook or be stuck eating less than tasty food. None of the women I dated could cook worth a darn, or even had an interest in cooking. My second year at school though I moved into an apartment with a kitchen, bought a Fanny Farmer Cookbook, which is still on my shelf, and taught myself to cook. I started cooking for my roommates too. Experimenting was more like it. I also got my mom to write her recipes down on the back of computer punch cards so I could have a taste of home. Unfortunately those cards are lost to countless moves but her spaghetti, meatballs, and lasagna were some of my favorites I could duplicate.
It was at school I learned that women love a guy who can cook. It didn't matter that I had the cookbook open and was just following instructions. I generally knew how the evening was going to end when I cooked a meal for a date. It was amazing to watch their expectations change from "Oh man this is going to suck" to "Holy cow this is good!" My wife still says there were two things that made her fall in love with me; I made her laugh and I could cook.
I continue to self-teach myself to cook, including smoking. There's not a week goes by that I'm not creating a recipe for the kitchen, grill, or smoker. The only recipes I make from scratch are ones where I look at what we have in the cabinets and refrigerator then put something together. Generally I find recipes in books or online then change them to my tastes and preferences. I love the creativity of cooking and the instantaneous feedback of the ooohs and ahhhs when folks love what I put on their tastebuds. Tonight it was Amish bread and a Tomato Basil Soup. The soup was delicious, but needs a little work.
Maybe I'm just waxing nostalgic about the holidays and the long ago passing of Nonni and Mom, but as I prepare some family holiday favorites the thought crossed my mind of how I learned to cook. If so inclined, share your learning experience.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year,
Ray
Now, I'm about as far from a momma's boy as you'll find but I love to eat. My growing waistline is a testament to that love. Once I left home for university it became apparent I was going to have to learn to cook or be stuck eating less than tasty food. None of the women I dated could cook worth a darn, or even had an interest in cooking. My second year at school though I moved into an apartment with a kitchen, bought a Fanny Farmer Cookbook, which is still on my shelf, and taught myself to cook. I started cooking for my roommates too. Experimenting was more like it. I also got my mom to write her recipes down on the back of computer punch cards so I could have a taste of home. Unfortunately those cards are lost to countless moves but her spaghetti, meatballs, and lasagna were some of my favorites I could duplicate.
It was at school I learned that women love a guy who can cook. It didn't matter that I had the cookbook open and was just following instructions. I generally knew how the evening was going to end when I cooked a meal for a date. It was amazing to watch their expectations change from "Oh man this is going to suck" to "Holy cow this is good!" My wife still says there were two things that made her fall in love with me; I made her laugh and I could cook.
I continue to self-teach myself to cook, including smoking. There's not a week goes by that I'm not creating a recipe for the kitchen, grill, or smoker. The only recipes I make from scratch are ones where I look at what we have in the cabinets and refrigerator then put something together. Generally I find recipes in books or online then change them to my tastes and preferences. I love the creativity of cooking and the instantaneous feedback of the ooohs and ahhhs when folks love what I put on their tastebuds. Tonight it was Amish bread and a Tomato Basil Soup. The soup was delicious, but needs a little work.
Maybe I'm just waxing nostalgic about the holidays and the long ago passing of Nonni and Mom, but as I prepare some family holiday favorites the thought crossed my mind of how I learned to cook. If so inclined, share your learning experience.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year,
Ray