It is said that food is love. I agree. Food is love and joy and, done right, food is a fantastic party of flavors, aromas, and … emotion.
For most of my life, the kitchen was a place to avoid at all costs. The daily agony of answering the question, “What’s for dinner?”; the fear of cooking something inedible; the dread of post-meal clean-up. BLECH!
Then, I took a cooking class on a vacation to New Orleans. I made etouffee and bananas foster.
I booked a class back at home, grabbed Greg and spent a date night learning to make pasta and stuffed figs.
I started watching the Food Network and paying attention to techniques and combinations. I delighted in experimenting with recipes. Through trial and error, I perfected a favorite dish – schnitzel.
Greg joined me in my journey of food exploration. We play in the kitchen like kids in a park … laughing and dancing and challenging each other to “go ahead – try it.”
When we moved to Arizona, a few of my neighbors and I discovered a lady in the ‘hood who offers Thai cooking classes. We booked a class and spent a couple of hours learning and laughing as we sliced and diced our way to a delicious meal to take home.
Today (well, every day) I am grateful for cooking classes and am joyful that they lit a fire in me to learn and grow and savor the delights of food.
There’s a whole world out there just waiting to be explored. Explore it through food!
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