I have figured something out about myself. When I have something that I absolutely need to get done, it is not until I have something else that I absolutely have to get done that I will do the first thing. Let me give an example: all week I have been telling myself that I have to clean the house. It was bad. I mean I still hadn’t put up clothes that I washed the week that we moved in (which was three weeks ago). So, of course, I have been putting it off all week. It wasn’t until today, when I have a ton of homework due, that I sat down to do my homework, and then decided it was the perfect time to do all of my cleaning! I used to be incredibly motivated and organized. But with at least three major life changes (getting married, transferring schools, and moving to another country halfway across the world from everyone except one person that you love) I figure that maybe taking things at my own pace for a while is therapeutic. At least that is what I will keep telling myself as a great excuse to procrastinate.
So what, you may wonder, have I been doing to occupy my time? Cooking! I have been making scones, brulees, blintzes, Korean fried rice, and even some of my own recipes! I have realized that I really like taking a cookbook and just finding all the recipes that sound wonderful. Then I will go on a rampage and that will be the only thing I shop for at the grocery store. Then I move on to the next cookbook.
It’s kind of like the movie Julie and Julia. Julie, a bored, unmotivated wife living in New York, decided she needed something to do and so she cooked her way through Julia Child’s cookbook and blog about it. Personally, the outcome of the movie absolutely ruined it for me, but I love the concept nonetheless. Cooking is…therapeutic. Wow. I never thought I would say that.
As Julie says in the movie, “I love that after a day when nothing is sure, and when I say ‘nothing’ I mean nothing, you can come home and absolutely know that if you add egg yolks to chocolate and sugar and milk, it will get thick. It’s such a comfort.”
Well, comforting as long as I don’t have to cut in butter (with a fork) to any type of dry flour mixture until it gets crumbly. That is just torture.
Something else very comforting is knowing that at the beginning of the day, you are going to wake up next to someone who is going to love you forever. And knowing that across the world, people love you and miss you. And at the end of the day, you can have a nice long talk with God about everything in between. And in the midst of it all – some cooking could land you on the next Iron Chef.
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Hey, I just stumbled onto your blog, but I thought I’d give you a tip about cutting in butter. There are delightful recipes that require this, but I always skipped them when I didn’t have a pastry cutter. Then I discovered that you can grate the butter with a cheese grater! Works like a charm!