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Anyone can cook!
Jul. 25th, 2007 08:37 amHad dinner w/June last night. There was a mix up about the time we were supposed to meet, which left me sitting in the middle of a restaurant alone for a half hour. The anxiety wasn't about eating alone, which I do all the time, even in public places. The anxiety ended up being about whether I should spend money earmarked as social money to eat alone.
Despite the awkward beginning, we had a nice time. She told me she'd seen Ratatuille and that she left the movie thinking she should learn how to cook. "Would you teach me?" she asked. "I'll pay for ingredients."
"Um, alright," I said. "What do you want to know how to cook?" I have no idea how to approach the request.
"Something for dinner, like meat, but it shouldn't look like the animal," she responded.
Oh dear.
But I'm thinking of making a weekly thing of it. And we're going to start with some basics. Like an omelette, which I'm obsessed with because I FINALLY learned how to make them. (Thank you Julia!)
I have a hard time thinking about teaching somebody something that feels so organic. Cooking is one of those things you pick up from being around cooks.
Where would you start if someone asked you to teach them to cook?
P.S. The new hot water heater was installed yesterday. Almost 24 hours later the water is cooler than with the old, leaking, one. I guess they'll be a return visit from the repairman today.
P.P.S. The only lover I've had who could cook was Ex, but he was a fussy 'use every dish in the house' kind of cook. It didn't feel erotic or organic; it was a production number. It was also snobbish and exclusive. Everyone else thinks I should be impressed with spaghetti, or claims they can cook, but never has the cajones to prove it. Of course, what constitutes cooking for one person is merely microwaving to another.
Despite the awkward beginning, we had a nice time. She told me she'd seen Ratatuille and that she left the movie thinking she should learn how to cook. "Would you teach me?" she asked. "I'll pay for ingredients."
"Um, alright," I said. "What do you want to know how to cook?" I have no idea how to approach the request.
"Something for dinner, like meat, but it shouldn't look like the animal," she responded.
Oh dear.
But I'm thinking of making a weekly thing of it. And we're going to start with some basics. Like an omelette, which I'm obsessed with because I FINALLY learned how to make them. (Thank you Julia!)
I have a hard time thinking about teaching somebody something that feels so organic. Cooking is one of those things you pick up from being around cooks.
Where would you start if someone asked you to teach them to cook?
P.S. The new hot water heater was installed yesterday. Almost 24 hours later the water is cooler than with the old, leaking, one. I guess they'll be a return visit from the repairman today.
P.P.S. The only lover I've had who could cook was Ex, but he was a fussy 'use every dish in the house' kind of cook. It didn't feel erotic or organic; it was a production number. It was also snobbish and exclusive. Everyone else thinks I should be impressed with spaghetti, or claims they can cook, but never has the cajones to prove it. Of course, what constitutes cooking for one person is merely microwaving to another.
