Foreword: Separately “kitchen” and “domestication” seem to have no correlation but place them within a few words of each other and it somehow has a negative undertone, almost demeaning. Perhaps it is culture or seeing our moms slaving away in the kitchen to feed her family; she gave up her youth, her dream and her beauty to care for her sometimes ungrateful children. I never wanted to be like her in that sense. The man I marry will simply have to cook for me I decided. And then one day I walked into the kitchen “I’m going to make soup for Christopher!”I announced and I set off to learn how to make a pot of soup for five. After that it was “I’m going to make steak for Wilson and I made a meal out of three steaks. Finally, one day I made Thanksgiving dinner for John’s family and extended family.
And so that is how I started learning to cook – I cooked for two, for three, for five, for ten and for twenty…
I wasn’t very hungry after John and I broke up. In fact, I don’t remember being hungry for a month. My girlfriend prescribed me wine and chocolate and another sent Georgetown Cupcakes.
You will want to eat again one day they promised. Surely, one day, I woke up with a mission. $75 dollars worth of groceries and 2 hours later I had produced a three course meal. Only to double over in pain 30 minutes later… I had eaten too much.
I was faced with a new problem… an appetizer, entree, side and dessert was suddenly too much where it wasn’t enough before. A pot of chili suddenly became tedious to finish.
Like many things – sleeping, dressing, laundry – I suddenly needed to learn how to for one.
So now I’m starting from scratch, starting from the beginning, perhaps where I should have started years ago. As Matthew McConaughey puts it, “I needed to re-calibrate!”