When (food) magazines want to show you the happy togetherness of cooking together, they show you a huge kitchen with many people making even more food. When you want to hurt me and make me uncomfortable, you can use the same image. Get out of my kitchen. I’m very self-conscious about cooking and baking. This is largely due to my father. He used to be a chef du cuisine, he loves everything that involves food and he couldn’t not give a lecture about it to save his life. He doesn’t believe in recipes or following them, instead only trusts his nose and fingertips (calloused ones, because he uses them to test temperature as well). As soon as he steps into the kitchen, I tense up. To be safe, I only cook at my boyfriend’s or when I’m sure my father works late.
Another reason is that cooking and baking is something I want to do for fun. Scuttle around the kitchen, humming and dancing, cleaning and tasting. I never like to have someone hovering over my shoulder, but when pans are involved, I effectively hate it. Stay out of my sand box.
But now it is time to change, because my best friend invited me for a night full of cooking and eating. Every person who comes will take a course and show others how to make it. It’s everything I don’t like, but she’s so euphoric about it that I can’t say no. Last night I invited my boyfriend into the kitchen to get used to people on my turf. But just to be safe, I picked dessert for the night of “kitchen-fun.” It doesn’t need as many pans, knives or other things I could possibly hurt people with.
Do you love having a kitchen full of (little) helpers or are you more of a solo cook as well? And any tips on how I’m going to survive six people hovering?