For my birthday, I spent the weekend letting others do the cooking. Yesterday I went to a more “upscale” (at least by Florida standards) seafood restaurant. Today Jeff and I had hot dogs and ice cream at a local dive. All things considered, I liked the dive better!
Not to be too immodest, but I prefer my own cooking to any restaurant. I’d like to get other people more excited about their own cooking; I want people to go out to eat once in a while and say “Eh, not bad, but I could do this better!” I’ve had a chance to peek behind the curtain of the Great and Powerful Chefs and I’ve seen the little men that lurk there. All they have that you don’t have is the confidence to believe that every morsel they touch turns to gold.
I’ve decided that I want to write a book about cooking. Not a traditional cookbook. I want my book to be more centered on my own philosophical approach to cooking and eating. I also want to talk about technique and science because I think that there are literally thousands of recipes out there but very few resources on how to unleash your own creativity in the kitchen without being trapped in the “recipe box”. There’s no magic formula or trick that makes anyone a great cook. But I truly believe that anybody with the nerve to be a mad scientist in their own kitchen can become a true artist as well. If cooking a meal is merely a chore much like doing the laundry you’re doing it wrong. I want to help unleash the chef that lurks deep in your heart and soul.
So that’s my goal to accomplish this year. I will need your support to make it work. As midlife crises go, this is a better way to deal with it than bleaching my hair, reading 50 Shades of Grey or starting some kind of Hudson chapter of “Desperate Cougars Who Want To Boink That Sparkly Vampire Dude”.
Thanks for your support! And look out you rock n’ rollers, ’cause pretty soon now you’re gonna get older…
