Could this cooking day be just a bad hair day, one telling you to stay out of the kitchen?

Listening to a story about burnt food and then getting into the kitchen with the confident air that this is no way going to happen to you today, not today, since you'll be extra cautious and won't leave the kitchen until the food is off the stovetop, would be enough to set you out for the cooking process.

I'm one of those people for who the food is a mere necessity but having the secret wish that I could one day know what being a glutton/gourmand feels like and what would be like if my taste buds blossomed and thrived on delicacies or if I whetted my appetite (for cooking) by feeding off TV food programmes or travelogues that focus on nutrition, diet, unusual and special recipes/food. As I was saying, food is there just to fill my stomach, to help me get ahead with matters of the heart and brain, to be read as the soul and the mind, since these two are the most important in the mere existence of someone like me.

All until food becomes a whole experience in which the smell and taste evoke more than a simple cooking process; they can actually take you back to a time you remember fondly. The whole food experience is in the hot bread you used to gulp down as a kid, as dangerous as it would be for your stomach, a danger that could be surpassed in intensity by the dirty hands with which you break its heel before getting on with the rest of the bread; it's when you cook with someone you love and the smell, the taste of that food will forever stay with you; it's when you help out you mom, whisking egg whites until stiff, chopping the veggies, washing the dishes as you go, listening to the advice she is always giving about how food should be cooked, ignoring it until you get older and realise you don't know how to cook this and that, yet remembering the moment clearly; it is in the ripe fruit, mature veggies, dry seeds and herbs that have taken in the sun, the soil, the rain, the wind, and some more. And some more...

I wonder if moms that cook daily for their families have time to stop and think about this. In this respect, we are probably the same, food is a necessity. However, moms might think cooking is a burden at times, and food a necessity, but their burden gets lifted when they see the happy faces and full stomachs of the family members and hear words of appreciation or requests for seconds (a second helping); the whole experience turns into joy and they refill their passion or creativity.

Back to my cooking experience or let's call it just a cooking day: I was there, the food was there too, but I burnt the garlic sauce; the crunchy garlic had a toxic edge to it; however, I decided I could still eat it. Later on, the apple pie turned out a disaster worth recording, which is what I have just done.

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