The lost art of cooking.
After years of riding in the back of an ambulance and ham radio I have develop a keen sense of hearing. This is good for hearing a heart beat with motor and siren noise, or picking out a distant voice in all the static. It is not so good when in public places. Restaurants, malls, and grocery stores get me aggitated as my brain tries to process everything my ears send its way.
My answer to that has been to learn how to dampen the noise when I need to; however, that has its own problems. My wife calls it selective hearing. I can be in a crowded noisy restaurant and focused on what my wife is saying, and the noise is in the gutter. This will include the waiter trying to take my order.
So what does this have to do with the lost art of cooking you ask?
I was walking around the food section of our Local Super Walmart* the other day. Happily ignoring peoples voices as they walked around me. Every now and then a voice will break through the cone of silence. “Do you see any canned gravy? I need a can of chicken gravy!!”
My thoughts went to Chicken Stock, Roux, Gravy.. s looked around I say people getting ready made stuffs. People in the cooler sections getting pie shells already in a pan, Bertoli Ready made meals and salads in a bag. I heard a lady proclaim, “What in the he** do you do with these?” I looked and she was holding one of natures wonders, a pomegranate. My mind went to a pomegranate infused glaze on a nice piece of pork tenderloin ir spread over several slices of smoked turkey breasts. Her mind put the fruit back with disgust.
So I have deleted all the random thoughts. I will still publish them, but they will be under their own section. The main pages of this blog will go back to basics. For my friends who do cook maybe you’ll find a recipe you’d like. To my friends who think they are cooking maybe I will inspire your culinary imagination.
Home cooked food can be more tasty than anything you can buy in a store.
Reflections | Celtic Wolf December 14, 2009