While living in Moscow I managed to keep a daily blog going
and it usually ended with something about the dinner we had had the night
before. My job as a supportive spouse
was to take care of the household affairs, which included - but was not limited
to - shopping and cooking. I enjoyed
doing both and obviously many of the readers of the blog enjoyed the food
photos and descriptions. Some thought I
should pull them together and do a cookbook.
Not knowing much about the process I wrote to one of our
readers, Andi Bidwell, who has worked Betty Crocker/General Mills for more than
thirty years. Cindy met her in the
mid-seventies when they were both in the same Swedish language course. They
became friends and have stayed in touch over the years. Since Andi had had lots of experience with
editing cookbooks and such, I asked her what she thought of the idea of putting
my stuff together. Andi is diplomatic,
and her response - while not coming out and saying DON’T - certainly made me
rethink my venture. She said that while
my descriptions were fun to read and made sense to those already familiar with
the cooking process, they were far short of being recipes. She reminded me that
recipes are meant to be precise steps that can be replicated with the same result
99% of the time. She suggested that a
handful of this and a pinch of that were rather imprecise measurements.
I hadn’t thought about any of that and of course she was
correct. Now there is no way in hell that I’m going to ever do precise recipes.
I find them boring and repetitive and unimaginative. That is not to say I
haven’t used a recipe to create something the first time, but after that it is
just the concept I remember and then let the juices flow to create something
similar but different. I remember when I
first started to cook in the late sixties.
I did not come from a rich tradition of culinary arts being displayed
daily in our home as a child. My mother
would have rather been a showgirl or a Rockette at Radio City
Music Hall than a cook. That is not to
say we ate badly - she did the very best she could with whatever we could
afford - but when your heart isn’t in it, you just can’t excel. So when I got interested in cooking I needed
other role models.
My first was the marvelously entertaining and talented Graham Kerr. He had a TV show in 1969 called the Galloping
Gourmet and his personality made cooking look like so much fun. I would watch his show as often as possible
and I purchased his three cookbooks and worked my way through them. If you have the time, here is an episode
that captures his style. It took me another several years before I would
prepare this but it has since become a standard in my ‘really fancy’ category
of dessert making.
I did almost end up in jail in 1970 as a direct result of my
wanting to create one of his other desserts, Chinese Gooseberry Rice
Pudding. This was a rice pudding mold
that was decorated with Chinese Gooseberries, which are now called kiwis. The recipe called for injecting the kiwis
with Cointreau and letting them sit in the fridge overnight. At the time Colin was only one year old and
needed some stuff from the pharmacy, so I was getting that when I asked for a
hypodermic needle. You must remember
that I had a full beard, long hair and beads – yes, beads. I had to wait a very long time for the stuff
for Colin when all of a sudden in came two of Amherst’s finest police officers
who approached me and asked why I wanted a hypodermic needle. As I was trying
to explain the recipe, I realized that they thought I was using drugs, and I
became rather tongue-tied. Finally I
think they realized that a young father getting stuff for his son was not a big
risk and they let me go, but without the hypodermic needle. (PS they are now available in all cooking
stores but the needles are quite large.
You can get better ones at pet stores.)
I digress. Every
night I would go to bed and read a chapter or two in the New York Times
Cookbook by Craig Claiborne, which had whole chapters on different aspects of
cooking. There were whole sections on pasta,
beef, bread, etc. and they got me thinking about the concept of cooking as
opposed to the specifics of recipes. I
would then try to create a dish from what I had read about the concept. Then I
would try to find a recipe for something similar and see what others did which
again got me to experiment with the dish once again.
Therefore, since a cookbook is beyond my desire to conform,
I shall endeavor to create something that is strong on concepts for confident
cooks and we’ll see where it goes. We
shall be entertaining family for the next week or so and my time will be
devoted to shopping and cooking for them, so CCCC will be on hold for a wee
bit. Let me leave you with this
cartoon. Always feel free to ask me to
remove your name from the Blog List if this get too much for you.
Happy Bastille Day and Happy Anniversary to
Cindy Emmans who has been married to the same adorable man for twenty-nine
years today!

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