I have a love/hate relationship with cooking. Or maybe it's love/boredom, or even love/indifference. I love food. I love eating. And sometimes I love cooking. And baking, there's love there too, but that's another post!
I love cooking when I have time, and ingredients, and equipment. I love cooking when I know someone is going to love the results. I love cooking for a crowd because it means my family and friends are gathered together. I love cooking for a really big crowd because it means I'm helping a group that needs help. I love cooking...sometimes.
But more often, I'm indifferent to cooking. I wish someone else would tell me what to cook, or what to buy, or what to try. Of course, there are lots of blogs, and magazines, and recipes, and TV shows giving lots of advice. But for them, it's kind of a scatter-shot approach, and for me, inspiration and ingredients and energy and time don't always fall in that perfect alignment that equals love. So with encouragement from friends and family, I'm trying to change my approach to cooking. And for the sake of anyone who cares, I'll write about it.
And so, like every journey, I began with a single step. Want to know what it was? Read on...
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