>cooking is liberation.

>There’s this movie called, “Julie & Julia”.
It’s lighthearted and funny, involves lots of cooking and lots of cooking with butter.

More importantly, there’s liberation.
For Julia, there was learning to cook in a world where men dominated professional cuisine. [And, because she loved to eat.]
For Julie, it was hope and joy — needing some direction and inspiration when most of her days brought her to an exhausting sense of mediocrity. [And, because she also loved to eat.]

I think liberation is a good word for me.
I don’t quite know where this switch turned on. I have this urge to understand why things cook the way they do, and how to debone a chicken or how to make a good hollandaise.
There’s nothing revolutionary about any of these things, but there is…liberation.

When I find myself cooking, there is this sense of creation and of coming to a final product. There’s rhythm and sounds and smells that I just can’t get away from.

I recently signed up to take a basic knife skills class and I’m super pumped about it. Yeah, I can cut things okay, but I wanna learn how the chefs do it, ya know?
I’ve watched them press the knife against their knuckles so they wouldn’t chop off their fingers, but I just can’t figure out how they do that! It seems so simple – so, I needed a little guidance.

I can’t bring myself to pay for culinary school. Portland has some good ones, but they are {Good-Gracious-Heavenly-Jesus} expensive. A 21-month program at Le Cordon Bleu costs about 41,000. Yep. I told you.
So I’ve been looking around and finding local cooking classes.
My knife class was $45 for a two-hour course. Not bad. Something I can do.
Other classes are a bit more expensive, say up to $70-100. They teach how to cook various 4-5 course meals. And really good meals, at that.

I find these to be worthwhile – even if it’s just to get ideas. I think it’s worth it. I’ll keep y’all updated on that…because I know how excited you are to know about my knife skills. 😛
Let’s just hope I still have all my fingers.

There is also liberation in knowledge.
It’s good to not be intimidated, but to also not be afraid to mess up. Because, you’re going to.
It’s nice to know people enjoy the food you cook. It makes you feel good — especially when they want it again.

There’s this freedom when cooking. Anything can happen and hopefully, when we do fail, we learn and make it better and better.

In every essence of cooking, I find this peace. I thank the people who grew it and somehow got it to the store where I bought it. There is a story in everything — and it’s up to us to make those stories fill our hearts and our bellies.

In the words of Miss. Child and most french speaking nations [as I insert the last effort to make the reader chuckle],
Bon Appetit!

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