I had with my sister in law. I had a large bowl of spaghetti and tomato sauce on the table in front of me. I was hungry and wanted something salty and delicious. I didn’t feel like having a salad, so I was going to have a small bowl of spaghetti and tomato sauce. I walked to the kitchen and turned on the faucet, thinking about the pasta sauce I would like to have.
This is the part where I say, “I’m a grown man.” I have to be honest, I’m not a very good cook. But I am a great cook. I am really, really, really good at cooking. I am a great cook. I am a great cook. I am a great cook.
I would hope that you would be able to cook the pasta and sauce for me, but this is the part when I remind you that you are now a grown man. You are now the cook. You are now the one responsible for making me happy. You are now the one who decides what I will eat and when. You are now the one who tells me what will make me happy.
This is one of the reasons I started writing this blog, because I would get so frustrated with my little sister when she would come over to our house and make meals for us. She’s a total cook. She makes the best food I have ever tasted. Every meal she cooks for me she makes from scratch. That is a miracle.
If I was a person, I would have known I was a cook. But I do know I am not. I live on my Facebook page and I know I am not a cook. Therefore, I have no idea what sort of person I am. But I can’t get so worked up about what I am and my life. Here’s why I decided to write this blog: I am obsessed with food. And I like what I taste and I like what I cook.
It’s hard to believe that someone who has been living by food all their life would still be so obsessed with it. I’m sure I am not the only one who is still in awe of the meals I make at a restaurant, which I had in my memory for years before I decided to write a blog.
I hope I’m not the only one who finds it a bit of a turn off, especially after reading the story of the chef’s daughter in the new movie. She has a very different food philosophy than I do.
I’m sure there are people who are in the same boat as I am. And I am not the only one who has had to work to make good food. It is a fine line between cooking for pleasure and being creative. I have always loved cooking but I have had to force myself to do other things because I knew I wasn’t good enough/fun enough/pretty enough.
Although I can’t really share the exact same experience, my sister in law has always made me feel a bit better about my cooking. She is always trying her best, even when she has to be creative, to get things done. She tries to get everything done on time and she is a great cook. I have always felt that her cooking was always better than mine, and I do not think I am a terrible cook.
My sister in law is a very hard working, reliable, and very patient person. If she had not had this job, I would have been very self esteem-stricken and would not have continued to help her through her cooking business. This has actually happened a couple of times. I know that I would not have survived it. I can only relate because my sister in law is also very good at cooking.