|spections... intro and extra
||[Jul. 21st, 2006|04:12 am]
I'm glad my parents taught me how to cook. My mum taught me how to follow a recipe, and my dad showed me how to ignore them.
Both do good food. From both I've picked up tips on how to do what I want with my food. Like if I'm making chop suey and I want the sauce a little thicker, just put in a teaspoon of corn-flour... and it just thickens it up.
I remember the first two things I cooked. They were with my dad. We made a sweet and sour sauce one time, and once we made a barbecue sauce (well, a sauce for use on the meat in the barbecue). He showed me how to go with taste and how to imagine how it comes together. He also told me about a coupla different food philosophies (mainly chinese - my mum taught me the chop suey, but chop suey isn't really chinese anyway)... I haven't really stuck with any of them, but it's helpful, and means I can improvise on a coupla themes.
It's strange, when we made the sweet and sour sauce, I was young and thought "but this isn't like THE sweet and sour that you get from the chinese takeaway". These days I don't care. The one I made then was from just as much of a family recipe as any other... it just so happened that that family recipe was created by myself and my dad that very day... but it's just as much a family recipe, maybe moreso.
Strange, a virgo teaching me how to intuit food - you'd think he'd be the recipe-follower.
Anyway, I'm damned glad I'm able to cook. (There was a longer version in my head... but that's gone byebye)