It’s a hundred and one degrees with no breeze. The air in the apartment is stifling while the fan blasts nothing but ventilated desert onto your sweaty skin. The only thing on your mind is penguins and ice cubes. So how can you even think of going into the kitchen to cook dinner?
While most people at this point are reaching for the phone, I am happily sweating away in the kitchen for the fourth hour straight; chopping up carrots, whipping up sauces, and waiting for the water to boil, so I can add in something delicious into the bubbling waters.
Because I understand the Zen of cooking. It’s sort of like a runner’s high.
Now, I’m never gonna run a marathon to find out, but I can tell you that there is a level of peace that comes from being in the kitchen for hours and you are never gonna feel it if all your meals come from a box.
The sad fact is that most people eat out these days, especially in California. With three hours a day stuck in traffic, long hours at work, and addictive reality shows, who really has the time to cook. Every street has at least two fast food joints, coffee shops that offer quick snacks, and supermarkets catering to dinner in a bag with aisles that are stocked with ready to heat and eat meals. Who has time to slave in the kitchen?
Well, those who don’t cook will never know the joy of cooking. Like in the cartoon Ratatouille last year, there is a wonderful sensation from mixing a bit of this with a bit of that and finding a new taste sensation, because while nobody likes to cook, everybody loves to eat. We wouldn’t be the fattest nation in the world if we didn’t like food. We wouldn’t spend money on gym memberships we never use, weight equipment gathering dust in the corner, and health products gathering dust in the medicine cabinet if we didn’t want to lose weight so that we could eat some more.
Let’s face the truth: we love food, but we don’t like to prepare it.
For those of us who do love to prepare food, and I’m not talking about those of us who think Betty Crocker and the Gorton’s fisherman are perfect role models, there is a wonderful sensation from spending hours in the kitchen preparing new and familiar dishes.
On most of my days off, if I’m not trying to score drugs down on Venice Beach, I am in the kitchen for hours preparing meals for the week or for the day. I make my own hummus and guacamole from scratch, I research new ways to make dishes, or I’m experimenting with drink mixes. So, I figured it was time to add this part of my life to my writing.
So, from this day forward, there will be a new aspect of my personality appearing in the pages of BrooWaha, and his name is Chef Phatatouille. Now, Crowbar will still write articles about the random things that interest him, while Chef Phatatouille focuses on food and drink, sharing tips and secrets to those who love to cook.
And for those who don’t like to cook, well give these recipes to those in your life who have been feeding you because you had to have gotten fat somehow.