Life Long Passion for Food Part 2

In my previous post, I talked about getting started cooking. In this one, I’ll continue on with my lessons from mom. My mom was one of the cooks in the family. Her sister, Aunt Louise, was not.  Aunt Louise cooked but she did it out of necessity. Mom enjoyed cooking and loved to feed people who came over. We always had chops, cubed steaks, and ground meat. My aunt had a drapery shop. Between the decorators, workmen and sometimes clients, they would often get some venison too. I grew up eating lamb, pork, and beef. We ate liver and onions which I still love but rarely eat anymore (more on this later). read...

Need Mindfulness Training? Try cooking!

After much deliberation on what to cook for dinner one night, I finally made the decision to do Osso Buco Milanese. Now many would think that deliberating about what to cook is not that important! However, I’m a foodie and for foodies, it’s important.   It was raining and cold with some sleet. I was wanting some wonderful luscious warmth for dinner. I just needed one of my healthy recipes. While I began to prepare the dish, I realized that most of the time that I am cooking, I’m not having so much mind chatter. I’m concentrating on washing, cutting, measuring, browning, etc. And during all that, I may check the recipe if I happen to be using one and considering whether to alter anything in it. Yet my attention is on the dish I am cooking. It’s a peaceful time, restorative. read...

Doesn’t everyone own a 12 qt stockpot?

I’m writing my first blog!  So I’m going to write about my first love and I’m not sure what age I discovered that love.  I did start very young though and it’s been with me ever since.  That love is about food and cooking! I remember begging my mom to teach me how to cook at the age of ten.  She should have known about my love because I have a memory from the time of 4 or 5.  I was sitting on the kitchen floor in front of all the cupboards and I had them all open. And all around me I had all the pots and pans that had been in the cupboards all around me.  I was having so much fun.  Then I discovered this bag of white stuff in the cupboard, too.  Soon every pot and pan got some of that white stuff.  Somehow I didn’t get into trouble over it all.  Most likely because I didn’t have access to water!  But I do have a small memory of being hauled up and away from my very artful arrangement. I’m just sure it was really artful, don’t you think? read...