I was tossed into this, an urban cook with French and Italian experience. In cooking, that is, not men. My husband thinks it’s easy to do this so put me online yesterday and I’m struggling with the software.
It would be interesting to know whether you’d like the benefit of my first two cooking classes, “A Cook’s Tools” and “The Essential Pantry” instead of just recipes. I’ve researched both and would be happy to share my experience with you.
I graduated from what is now ICE (Institute for Culinary Education) in NYC, and eight hours a day, five days a week, it was the best time I ever had in school. I learned so much! But after all that French cooking I find that simple ingredients, cooked simply to gather all their flavor is what I want in a meal.
If you’d like to go on a journey, please join me.
My husband did this yesterday as a gift. I have no idea what I’m doing blogging but I do know how to write and cook so guess I’ll figure the rest out. All but the poem is his test data.
When I was seven Mom used to let me and my younger sister off at the library while she grocery shopped. First we found moth-bitten plays, then ended up acting out Snoopy and Lucy and Charlie Brown for our parents instead (we even wrote tickets). Then I found a cookbook, the Betty Crocker Boys and Girls Cookbook and kept it for three weeks until they called Mom and said I owed nearly thirty cents in overdue fees. Mom bought one for me for my 8th birthday and there were many heady days and years to come.
As I try to figure this new thing out I hope you will be patient and give me pointers and hope. I have learned so much through cooking schools and life, and always want to share what I’ve learned and know more from everyone about family recipes of all cultures.
So, I’m taking off on vacation for a few days and will try to learn more about tags and etiquette et al, then let’s get to know one another and see what we’re interested in learning from each other. Thanks for reading my initial musings. Dee
Here is a photo of my trusty sous-chef. She is always handy, but seldom useful.
Perfect eggs were cooked in this
Sunny-side, over easy
A gift to Kevin for the first
College place he leased
A decade later it was left to me
I kept it in our condo
Later it moved to Austin,
Then Houston and our home.
It’s seen it’s share of use
For over twenty years
This trusty T-Fal took abuse
So now is laced with fear
Of Teflon loss, toxicity
A new T-Fal beckoned
It will make much less mess.
We will miss you, T-Fal
You served us for many years
As you go down this garbage chute
There won’t be any tears.