Cooking & Me? Na-ah. There’s no Cooking & Me. There can’t be Cooking & Me.
I know I am a girl and as expected by the society, I should be a great cook. No, even a cook can be acceptable. BUT, no, I am not. You see, I grew up in a home where the elderly in the house cooked for the family. My siblings and I were in charged of setting the table, cleaning up, and washing the dishes afterwards. We were also in charged of cleaning the entire house, from the bathroom to the bedrooms to the kitchen to the drawing room and to the porch. Oh, and also the front and back yards. (Huh, this is probably why I enjoy cleaning a lot. Thanks for the training!^_^) We also wash and iron our clothes and keep the closets tidy and organized. It’s all about cleanliness and organization.
I barely cooked when I was in elementary and high school. I think I boiled or fried eggs, sauteed some vegetables, fried fish, and cooked noodles. I spent most of my teenage years at boarding schools where school cafeterias mostly fed me. When I went to graduate school, I was able to spend more time in the kitchen department. With 12 units load a semester, I had all the time in the world. I cooked and ate all day. I enjoyed cooking pasta in different forms. 🙂 This explains why I almost weighed 70 kg back then. Wow! When I went to Korea, I tried cooking my favorite Korean dishes and my friends loved everything I served them. I was actually impressed with myself. Thank you, Lord. I can actually cook for others. See, the thing is, I can actually cook somehow. I can cook for myself. But letting others taste my cooking is a different story. 🙂
One day, out of the blue, a Canadian colleague decided to give me an oven. Probably, he and his wife heard me voiced out my desire to learn how to bake. They gave me their oven and some baking stuff they brought all the way from Canada. So, picture a twenty-something girl with her PJs on a autumn Sunday morning feeling all bored and alone with nothing to do all day. No chores to be done. No work to be done. All done. She looked around the around and her gaze was fixed on the oven. Yes, the oven. The oven that had been sitting there for months. Then, she saw the magic light bulb sparkle! “Yes, I am going to try baking today,” she said to herself. She unearthed all the ingredients her colleagues gave her and started mixing, batting, and whisking and everything. When everything was done, she put the mix inside the preheated oven and waited for the magic sound. Teng! goes the oven. She quickly opened and a sweet aroma of baked bread welcomed her. “Oh, what a bliss. So, this is how it feels to bake your own bread,“she told herself. She called some friends over and shared her wonderful experiment with them to their hearts content. That was the beginning of her baking days. She even ventured on baking cakes as well. 🙂 After that event, she decided to try cooking new dishes every day and invited friends to dine with her every single dinner time. Yes, it was a bit costly but she enjoyed it. The satisfaction on the faces of her friends gave her so much delight that she waited for the bye-bye time at school, 4:30p.m., with so much anticipation. Cooking became a delight.
The girl then moved to Thailand for another job opportunity. There she went back to her old ways. She cooked whenever she wants. But most of her meals were eaten outside the house–breakfast and lunch at the school cafeteria while dinner at some fancy restaurants with friends. She lavishly enjoyed her meals outside the home. Until one day, she developed some kind of indigestion. It was not out of eating but out of stress. Once in a while she would cook her own meal and devour it but there were still days that she would still be eating out. Then one day, she decided to cook again. She got herself a recipe book and hoped to experiment once again. It’s a struggle for her to find time to cook in the morning but on weekends she tries her best to cook something.
Who’s the girl? Of course, me. Who else? LOL.
Someone inspires me to cook. 🙂 Alright, no teasing, OK? Well, yeah. I’m inspired to cook for myself and for others. Today I cooked all three meals I ate from breakfast to dinner. Great job, Shiela!
Cooking is very important if we want to stay healthy and live a longer life. After all, we cannot be dining out every night, right? ❤
There is Cooking & Me. There can be Cooking & Me. There will always be Cooking & Me.