Hiro and I have been forced into a life of frugality. Well, we could live well, but we choose not to in effort to save enough money to host a wedding, buy a car, put a down payment on a house, pay off student loans, pay off credit cards, and on. We’re lucky really, that we are both employed and live in a place we long to return to, and have all the modern comforts you can come to think of (internet, tv, nearby bus service). But we’ve tightened the fiscal belt which has yielded some unexpected results (many additional adventures to come!).
Where we haven’t funds, we have imagination. I know that imagination doesn’t pay the bills, but it does! Here I will confess to rarely cooking. And what little I cook it usually belly-full of preservatives and/or found pre-made requiring some heat. I didn’t know how to al dente. Or pan sear. The only thing I could do, or thought I did well, was to ice cakes, and even then I paid little or no attention to the resounding taste.
So now that we’ve a home, with a large kitchen and combined cooking supplies, I took to the kitchen. My kitchen. And it was there I began to realize why chefs are so brazen, and why cooking is often referred to as an art. I see that it’s more than the sum of a gaggle of ingredients. It takes brains, brauns and inventive thinking to churn out a successful dish. I’m not near there, but the journey is increasingly tasty… (More …)