Must I really have to learn how to cook all over again?
A year before I was married, my fiancé gifted me with a cookbook. Had I realized he was concerned about my cooking, I might have tried a few recipes in it before the wedding. No, I probably wouldn’t.
After our marriage, I removed the cellophane wrapper off the book. Inside was a foreign language; words like parboil, sear, scald with many others, just to name a few. It was enlightening in ways I never wanted to learn.
Ahh, learn. That must be where the crux of my problem lies. I do not speak kitchen-nese. In our last house-hunt I desperately sought a residence that had no kitchen. To no avail, they all have one.
The frustration doubled with this most recent home we now live in. Allow me to clarify my husband desires me to have good tools to work with. I do, He selected a lovely range with a double oven.
However, there seems to be an awful lot of operator error. I didn’t realize until I put the range use that it’s a convection oven. He knew that but somehow I missed reading that little detail. Do I lower the temperature in baking, or shorten the minutes? Each time I must decide which to do.
Translated, that means I learn how to cook all over again. It took me two years to learn how to fry an egg to his liking. Fifty plus years later, I now must master this newfangled oven.
But it doesn’t end there. One visit at my daughter, Cindy’s house, we began cooking the evening meal. She pointed out a plastic gadget to use in frying up hamburger. “I don’t know how I ever got along without this.” She was right, it was a delight to use. If you can find any delight in the kitchen, I mean.
Upon returning home, and frying up hamburger for spaghetti, I thought of Cindys’ kitchen tool. Using a fork, the handle isn’t quite long enough without my feeling the heat. It didn’t do nearly as good a job as hers chopping up the meat.
That settles it, I’ll get one. It kinda grinds me to get this new utensil when I got along without it for so long. Not to mention its an addition to a room I try to avoid going into in the first place,
Odd, I never seemed to have qualms adding a quilting tool to my collection. The Good Book says there is nothing new under the sun. I wonder what cooks used way back when before this thingy hit the market? I might not want to know.