“No one who cooks, cooks alone. Even at her most solitary, a cook in the
kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice and menus of
cooks present, the wisdom of cookbook writers.”
A while ago Little Bit went on a cruise with his grandparents. When he got home I asked him what he ate on the cruise, and he told me that every morning for breakfast he would eat a hard-boiled egg. “Oh, you like hard-boiled eggs…well I can start making those for you.” I said. “Uh……mom, I don’t think I want to eat your hard-boiled eggs.” Okay, I carried this child for nine months, took care of him when he was a baby, sat with him while he got his finger stitched up….and he doesn’t trust me to boil an egg?!?! I mean this child won’t even eat the ketchup that comes out of my refrigerator. Seriously, I am so tired of hearing, “Mom, what’s the expiration date on that?” …which I will admit, is a legitimate question around our house. Guess that’s why my foodie friends always tell me to bring a bottle of wine to any gathering involving food.
It’s not that I’m a really bad cook, and it’s certainly not that I don’t want to cook…it’s just that I find cooking intimidating. I see all the beautiful, well written blogs on food, with wonderful recipes, lovely pictures and well written descriptions, and I am so impressed with the creativity and artistry of these bloggers. And these blogs desperately make me want to cook. One of my favorite things to do on Saturday morning is to go to the Farmer’s Market and try to figure out what people might do with all the amazing and strange-looking organic vegetables and grass-fed meats..but if I attempted anything like a cooking blog I’m afraid it would look like this……
or maybe this.
So, if you are looking for a blog with wonderful dinner ideas and beautiful pictures about all I can promise is recommendations to the local drive-thrus and random photos of hot joggers.
And with that I say…Bon Apetite!
P.S. After reading my latest post my mother called to say that no where in this blog was she mentioned…so I would just like to say that my mother is a wonderful cook, although she long ago packed up her apron and spatula, and it is through no fault of her’s that my cooking is, shall we say, less than adequate …she did her best…she really did.
And with that I will say…”Wait Kara, you do know how to cut up a tomato, don’t you?” …mom.