As we enter the holiday season, I can't help but think of all the cooking and baking that will go on all over the country. I consider myself very lucky, because my husband is an excellent cook. And, he is really wonderful about stepping in and helping prepare holiday meals. But, I can't help but notice that we have very different cooking "styles."
To me, preparing a meal begins with opening the freezer and deciding what I can thaw in fifteen minutes.
To my husband, preparing a meal begins with sharpening the knives.
I can measure out ten different ingredients using the same measuring cup. I will measure all the dry ingredients first, and then the liquid ones, just so I don't have to rinse and dry the measuring cup.
He will use every measuring cup and measuring spoon we have, and even some I didn't know we had.
If a recipe calls for two bowls, I will use the measuring cup as one of the bowls.
He will dirty half a dozen bowls in his attempt to find two the right size.
To add extra flavor, I will grab black pepper and the first jar I see containing something green.
He will get out a mortar and pestle, mix together a dozen different herbs and spices, resulting in a magical fragrance and taste.
I take full advantage of the microwave oven.
He believes the microwave oven is for cooking instant oatmeal, and nothing else.
I clean up as I go.
After he is done cooking, the kitchen needs to be hosed down, including the ceiling.
And, last but not least...
My meal is rubbery and bland.
His meal is robust, savory, and delectable.
Happy eating, everyone!