defiant
The truth is women can’t really cook. All they can do is to cater, and there’s a big difference. The only people who can actually cook on this planet are men, even the ones who only cook once a year when their wife or girlfriend is ill.Women's cooking is often so poor because it is largely performed as a matter of necessity.
As well as being incapable of experimenting, women are useless at following written instructions, which in this instance are called recipes.
Blinded by a series of numbers and symbols, they get confused, and usually add the wrong amount of sugar or salt, or, more likely, substitute one for the other.
sam holden, daily mail
my mother was always the cook in the house, spoiling us with home-cooked meals every night from either some revered passed down recipe or something new she saw in one of her magazines or newspapers. anyone else living in this house would have learned to cook simply through osmosis, I somehow managed to let any knowledge to go through me. my mother made sure I didn’t miss this fact, always telling me how she learned to cook by watching her own mother everyday and eventually helping her out.
I would bake once in a while at home, but I didn’t catch the cooking bug until I was away at grad school with my own, albeit tiny, kitchen. I found something comforting in whiling away the precious free time I had in the kitchen (when I wasn’t knitting that is). as romantic as I make it sound, it was also about saving the little money I had in my pockets. any spare money I didn’t spend at the supermarket went towards cooking books. every week I would ride my big bike to the store, looking forward to one of my new recipes, and filled my basket with some basics trying to recapture something I was missing from home.
cooking and eating was a solitary act then, since most of my grad school cronies would go out to eat for almost every meal or would heat up some pizza they picked up at the market. after moving in with my now-husband, I had someone to share my expanding repertoire and tools with but no one to talk about cooking or cook with. not that he doesn’t listen to me, but sometimes you need that friend to gleam some tricks from or to fawn over that new kitchen toy with.
that’s where this blog comes in. living in different states, but talking and emailing every day about our favorite foods, leah and I decided to have one night a week where we both cook the same recipe – a virtual get together if you will. the next day we would tell each other how we liked it, what we would change, and maybe share a photo of our dish. After a while, we wanted something a little more coherent, a permanent record that would allow us to learn from each other and maybe open up our eyes, and stomachs, to new recipes. we then asked baking obsessed rangsiwan to join in this, hopefully fun, journey. as she says “One recipe + three cooks = yummy, fantastic food”
we want to show that cooking is an art and a skill and more than just the nourishment of your body, but the nourishment of you soul.