Today I'm writing over at Modern Creative Life on Cultivating a Creative Kitchen.
As the holidays come and go and summer wears on, chances are we will be stepping into the kitchen and whipping up something easy that doesn't require a lot of heat or is so "in your head" that you barely have to look at a recipe at all. It's summertime and the living is easy. And cooking should be, too.
I love cooking. In fact, I feel like I miss it when I travel. And it doesn't much matter what -- breakfast, baking, dinner. I collect recipes like a crazy person, make them once the way they are written (usually) and then more often than not, wing it, referring back for the essentials.
And I've been doing that since I was a kid because that was the way I was taught. In fact, I barely remember my mom opening a cookbook, though she had a more than a few.
I had to up my game when I started seeing Rick. The first time he had me over to dinner I realized that I had to kick it up a notch. Man does not survive by baked goods alone. I mean, he makes stuff that looks like this.
OK, he didn't do that until last year, but when he started baking bread, he took it on the way he does his cycling. All out. Do it right. Don't stop. He's never afraid to try new things.
Rick and I cook pretty well together. But then, I like cooking in the company of others.
Two of my favorite bakes were with friends -- making macarons with Kate and a fabulous Paris Brest pastry dessert with my Corkie friend Barb. That was a long affair -- making a gougere-type wheel, then the pastry cream and assembling it. I wrote about it here.You can find the tutorial for it there. And yes, it's a supersized wheel because it represents a bicycle tire.
I believe cooks are made, not born. We are born to eat. We learn to cook so we can eat the way we'd like to. We can be helped along the way by parents who teach us not to be afraid in the kitchen, by friends with whom we share the interest or simply because we want to learn.
In the Modern Creative Life piece, I talk about cultivating a creative kitchen. I hope you'll take a few minutes to come by and check it out!
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