I am a wannabe foodie. I like reading about cooking – I just finished Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential and A Cook’s Tour and started daydreaming about enrolling at the Cordon Bleu school. On Sunday mornings, I begin with the weekly restaurant review before reading the sports section. I like cooking and baking, and prepare most of the meals in the house. I prefer fresh ingredients and try to avoid pre-packaged meals at all costs.
However, I have a long way to go before becoming a real foodie. I don’t like mushrooms, organ meat, most kinds of cheese, and have never tried foie gras. I have a tendency to over-cook meat and fish and have poor knife technique. I have never eaten at Beckta, Susur, Whalebone, Baccarat, or the other leading restaurants, although I have had memorable lunches at Henri Burger, Social, the Urban Pear, and Les Fougeres (compliments of our generous legal counsel). I don’t watch the Food Network, and I couldn’t tell Rachel Ray from Emeril Lagasse.
I think of cooking as one of the few creative outlets I have. I don’t get to play much these days, I could never draw or paint, and I certainly don’t dance. There’s a unique pleasure that comes from making a good meal and sharing it with friends and family. I just wish I had a wider repertoire to draw from.