250 Words on Cooking

[I try to start my day writing 250 words on anything. I’ll post one every Tuesday until I run out of good ones.]

I enjoy cooking. It’s a creative activity that others can enjoy. The combinations of different ingredients are nearly infinite, and fresh is always best.

When I was a kid, cooking was for girls. Boys who did it got sideways glances from adults wondering if they couldn’t be just a bit more, you know, masculine? “Well, the best chefs in the world are men,” said Grandpa, praying that that was my destiny because somehow that would make it all right. 

Then came a day that changed everything. After school, my sister and I were cared for by a woman whose kids were in 4-H, the agricultural youth organization. One afternoon we went to a competition in an auditorium, and on the stage were rows of stoves and young 4-H boys and girls cooking and baking. This was electrifying validation. Cooking couldn’t be for sissies if those cattle-ranching corn-farming 4-H boys did it!

About the same time, I got a “Peanuts” cookbook. “Peanuts” the comic strip, not the legume. Many of its recipes were ridiculously simple—a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?—but some were more challenging. The lemon bars turned out great!

Mom lovingly ate many failures. 

I still love to cook. I’ll try anything and have a good feel for how flavors will blend. No need to open a can of Cream O’ Blech soup when you can whip up a bechamel. 

I’m not one of the best chefs in the world, but I get by and nobody looks askance.

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