I’m always a little behind the times – always playing catch up it seems – and because of that I JUST tonight saw Julie/Julia – the movie about the young Julie who decided to spend 365 days making the 524 recipes in Julia Child’s ‘The Art of French Cooking.’
First, let me say, if for some reason you haven’t seen it, it really is a fun movie. Meryl Streep is wonderful as Julia Childs and Amy Adams gives her usual fun performance in anything she does. But this isn’t a movie review. This really is a blog about a question that I’ve often pondered.
Do you think people are born with the cooking gene? Or that some people are predisposed to savor the meal preparation even more than a well prepared meal? My mother, for instance, loved to cook. She was no French chef but she made wonderful, rib-sticking meals that were always cooked to perfection. She took a lot of pride and joy in preparing dinners for her family and seemed to gain a lot of pleasure in making certain she prepared everything just the way we liked it. And talk about balanced diets. Every dinner included a salad, a vegetable, some sort of potato, usually gravy, always meat and dessert.
We used to kid her that she started planning her Christmas dinner while we were washing Thanksgiving dishes and was already thinking about her Easter ham on Christmas night. The woman loved to cook.
I have a friend – let’s call her Susan, because that’s her name – who gets positively orgasmic browsing through a William Sonoma catalogue, spends hours preparing dishes I can’t pronounce, owns every cooking gadget known to man and watches every cooking show on TV.
Me – not so much. Oh, I cook, but it’s pretty basic. Sure, I have some ‘specialties’ that I ‘sort’ or enjoy whipping up but the spirit really has to move me and I really have to be hungry for it. In short, for me, cooking is more chore than sport and more of a necessary evil than a religious experience.
So, what about you? Are you ‘one of those’ kitchen goddesses who lives to cook as opposed to lives to eat? or are you like me – someone who didn’t get the gene but makes the occasional effort to act the part. And if you do have a specialty – we are always eager to see delicious (EASY) recipes here at the convertible :o)