One of my first memories is in a kitchen. My dad would prop me up on a chair next to him and I'd "help" him cook. And by help, I mean make a nuisance of myself. From spilling flour all over the kitchen, to getting the rolling pin stuck in a measuring cup. I have done it all. But, not once did he ever give up on me and cooking.
Cut to today, I'm not a very good cook, at all. I spill milk making cereal, boil over my mac'n'cheese. My mother says watching me try to construct anything in the kitchen is painful. But, yet again, there's my dad helping me along.
My family comes from a long line of cooks, chefs or whatever you'd like to call us. But the line stopped short of this girl. My grandfather was the founder of many restaurants around the Marquette County area, one of the most well known is Johnny's. Being the son of a restaurant owner my father has worked in a kitchen a large majority of his life. It's in my blood. So, what the heck? Why can't I get my shit together?
After coming so close to losing my dad I realize now how important those small memories are to me. The cooking, the hope, the help. How he has never once given up on me. So, here we sit, at the dining room table, relaxing. I watch as my mom and dad laugh with one another reminiscing about when they first met and how they loved to cook, then Jack and I came along and put an end to that. We're too picky for them, I suppose. I hope one day I can share these same memories.
The eggplant that I helped cut up, poorly, is now cooking in the oven, and the smell of Parmesan is filling the house. And I can't help but think, damn, I'm actually part of that, I helped with that. So maybe this experiment will do more than open up my taste buds, it'll open up my mind to realize what I could be missing out on, and maybe it'll make me a good house wife some day. We'll just have to see.
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I love reading your blogs. They're so fun and interesting. I can really relate, in your first paragraph when you say you cant cook and your mom oversees you. haha, my boyfriend is a million times better at cooking than I am. I suck at it too, so I know how you feel. Speaking of that, I'm cooking some chicken noodle soup right now, I was getting ready to boil it (Which I definitely CAN do, I've made this hundreds of times) and he takes it from me, taking over. Like wtf? Pretty sure, I can cook some soup..give me some credit, haa! Well, hope you like that eggplant..never tried it.
Aww, reading this post gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. I love the way you talk about your family; they sound delightful. I also love how important cooking is in your family, and how you felt like you contributed by cutting the eggplant. Nice work! :)
Michelle, I know! I try to cook or do something and they just step right in and take over. Haha, happens to me all the time! And the eggplant was NOT a hit.
Thanks, Rachel! I hope you start feeling better!
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