On my way home from Arizona this week I finished reading "The Sharper Your Knife, The Less You Cry" by Kathleen Flinn. In a nutshell, it's about an American woman who gets "downsized", empties her savings, moves to Paris and enrolls in Le Cordon Bleu. It is a great story of not letting anything get in the way of following your passion. I have started realizing over the past couple months that the kitchen is really where I find my bliss. I can't wait for Friday to roll around every week so that I can try something new in the kitchen. I had a great opportunity this weekend to cater Dan's sister, Lisa's birthday party ( I am a gentleman so I will not reveal which birthday it was, although I'm sure she wouldn't mind...)I couldn't wait to get up and start cooking, to chop and roast, knead dough, mix and taste. It's not work to me, it actually is relaxing.(The menu consisted of sweet potato rolls, pulled pork, summer squash & zucchini tartlets, artichoke bruschetta and scallion tarts). The party was great, the food was a hit, and the pomegranate martinis were delicious (courtesy of Dan the mixologist...) You might think that after spending all that time preparing all that food, I would have been done for the weekend. Well it snowed 7 inches in Denver on Saturday night, so Sunday seemed like the perfect day for soup. Sunday morning I started in again...dill pickle soup, chicken nachos and tapioca pudding. ( Knowing how busy the coming weeks are going to be, I even got the house decorated for Christmas). I hate for Monday to come. If you get a chance to read the book, I would definitely recommend it, one of the last paragraphs in the book draws a great parallel between cooking and life...
"As in cooking, living requires that you taste, taste, taste as you go along-you can't wait until the dish of life is done. In my career, I always looked ahead to the place I wanted to go, the next rung on the ladder. It reminds me of "The Station" by Robert Hastings...the message is that while on a journey, we are sure the answer lies at the destination. But in reality, there is no station, no "place to arrive at once and for all. The joy of life is the trip, and the station is the dream that constantly outdistances us." - Kathleen Flinn, The Sharper Your Knife, The Less You Cry.