My happy place
Is it weird that all I am thinking about today is getting home to make mushroom soup with springbok stew and curried rice? I have even considered making Nigerian meat pie for desert. I feel sorry for anyone coming to visit today because I need to force the food on someone. Did I mention I love to make my food from scratch so no packet soup for me.
When I was a few weeks ago where my happy place is I had no idea. I thought maybe it is the beach but I am not really a fan of all that sand and heat. I love my TV but there is so much movies you can watch. However, I am a foodie so food comes naturally to me.
I do not like cooking for everyday eating I preferred to be pampered by going to the restaurant or having friends take pity on me and feed me. I have made cooking a therapeutic thing for me. It is where I retreat to when everything is falling apart. It is where I go to think when I have a major problem in school or I have an impossible mathematical model to formulate. It is my final hold on sanity when I think my happy pills are no longer working.
One may ask 'how is cooking your happy place?', I will tell them .....
When I think of different ingredients herbs and spices then I imagine how each would taste when combined in different proportions. After the imagination I go into the kitchen to check out my theory and realize some combinations are so much better than what I thought. One rule I give myself is that I am not allowed to taste anything until the food is ready and I must say sometimes my mind is blown away (not trying to blow my own horn). Once I taste the food that's it, I have no use for it anymore I wish it could disappear because leftovers and I are not friends I may end up having it in my fridge for weeks before some poor soul finds it and eats it.
Due to this dilemma of not really eating my food, I need to have people around to eat it (I have actually woken up a former roommate at 9 pm to eat my food). The problem with having people over to eat is that they come way too early for the food and they are way too noisy (still a problem I do not know how to solve). People asking what my recipe is and how I knew what would go with what is another torture I have to endure but all those things are a small price to pay.
Now more than ever I need my happy place and for the next week I will be dwelling in it.
Happy weekend folks!!!!
When I was a few weeks ago where my happy place is I had no idea. I thought maybe it is the beach but I am not really a fan of all that sand and heat. I love my TV but there is so much movies you can watch. However, I am a foodie so food comes naturally to me.
I do not like cooking for everyday eating I preferred to be pampered by going to the restaurant or having friends take pity on me and feed me. I have made cooking a therapeutic thing for me. It is where I retreat to when everything is falling apart. It is where I go to think when I have a major problem in school or I have an impossible mathematical model to formulate. It is my final hold on sanity when I think my happy pills are no longer working.
One may ask 'how is cooking your happy place?', I will tell them .....
When I think of different ingredients herbs and spices then I imagine how each would taste when combined in different proportions. After the imagination I go into the kitchen to check out my theory and realize some combinations are so much better than what I thought. One rule I give myself is that I am not allowed to taste anything until the food is ready and I must say sometimes my mind is blown away (not trying to blow my own horn). Once I taste the food that's it, I have no use for it anymore I wish it could disappear because leftovers and I are not friends I may end up having it in my fridge for weeks before some poor soul finds it and eats it.
Due to this dilemma of not really eating my food, I need to have people around to eat it (I have actually woken up a former roommate at 9 pm to eat my food). The problem with having people over to eat is that they come way too early for the food and they are way too noisy (still a problem I do not know how to solve). People asking what my recipe is and how I knew what would go with what is another torture I have to endure but all those things are a small price to pay.
Now more than ever I need my happy place and for the next week I will be dwelling in it.
Happy weekend folks!!!!
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