I love food. It’s one of the things that have stuck with me for as long as I can remember. One of the only things really, well, that and video games. Once I was actually cooking in serious production kitchens, I kind of fell out of love with food.
I enjoyed food, I could appreciate it and want to be around it, but like so many seasoned cooks like myself, I didn’t want to do it if I didn’t have to. My diet consisted of whatever family meal was that day, and shitty late night food after a heavy night of drinking.
I’ve started cooking at home again. I’ve been making a concerted effort to do it a couple of times a week. I’ve also started to watch what I eat. less fast food and carbs, more veggies and meat.
I’ve been on this diet for a couple of weeks now, and I feel great. I look skinnier but haven’t lost any weight, I feel stronger, I have more energy, pretty much everything you hear people say but don’t believe. I’m kind of a believer now.
Back on topic, I forgot how much I love cooking at home. There are no rules, no one cares what you’re doing. There is no pressure. It’s great. In hyper-focusing on service and expectations, you miss what is the best part of cooking, the process. The simple act of creating something delicious out of raw ingredients.
Some of you might be afraid of cooking at home, what about the mess? what about going and buying the ingredients? How do I know that I’ve bought enough! What do I do with the leftovers?!
I’ve got one simple answer to these concerns, Relax. None of this is hard. The difference between soup and a sandwich is a pot. If you burn the soup, there’s a good chance you can save it, and if it’s engulfed in carbon and fire then you’ve learned something. Cooking, just like most things, is a chance to learn and grow. To really learn a new skill. I can’t count the amount of product I’ve burned or ruined, but every time that’s happened, I’ve become better at this skillset.
I’m positive you can too.