In the beginning, was the food. And it was good!
That’s really where this all starts. The food. I love food. It’s pretty obvious to anyone who knows me. I have many interests in this life, along with a very small handful of obsessions. Food is at the top of that list.
I’m not a gourmet. I’m not big on super-exotic ingredients from three different continents combined in innovative ways. I’ve nothing against that type of cuisine, but the meals I keep coming back to – the meals I crave – don’t fall into that category. I’m more of a steak and potatoes guy. Just make sure the steak is perfectly cooked and seasoned. Better yet, I’ll cook.
In other words, I’m after simple food, done well. I want the bowl of chicken soup that’s so good it makes you dream about the soup you wish your mother could have given you when you were sick. I want the steak that you eat half of before you realize you’ve been cutting it with the back of your knife. I want recipes that fit on a 3X5 card without having to write small. Nothing too complicated, just good. I want real food.
And that’s where this is really going. I’ve decided that I’m going to be spending more time cooking this year. I want to raise my game. I want to hone the technique I already have and expand it with new tricks. I’m not planning to open a restaurant, host huge dinner parties on a regular basis or launch my own cooking show. I just want to cook.