The passion went out of my cooking
when the passion went out of my life.
Making food is romantic to me; a lot of love goes into what I make. It is a very intimate experience, creating
something that fills a void and satisfies an insatiable craving.
A little of that romance seems to
have faded.
The
flame has died down.
I
got lazy—cooking crock pot meals every week, falling back on old
favorites—stopped challenging myself. When
my Green Bean Delivery arrives, sometimes I just make a salad and steam some
vegetables; I don’t even take the time to look up a recipe. I don’t even bother mixing up any salad
dressing even though I have the ingredients for it and know how to from memory;
I just splash a little balsamic over the lettuce and heirloom tomatoes.
It’s
been long enough.
I
think it’s time to bring the passion back into my life.
Time
to relight the fire.
