A lot of you can gather that I’m a fairly independent, crash by the seat of your pants, kind of guy, and so I am. The road less travelled is always more interesting to me, even if it currently seems to involve wading through nettles, over some brambles before settling in a thorn bush but there you go.
All this stops when it comes to cooking. My partner is currently making a jam and cream sponge cake for her sister’s birthday and , to my mind , she seems to be hurling the ingredients together with a careless abandon although she would dispute this. Her methods can be mysterious but the results are often excellent. This weekend it is her sister’s birthday and also the first weekend of her first nephew and her brother’s first grandson’s life. He was born on Monday 21st November at 6.17 am and is a cause of major excitement in the family. Hence all the cooking activity
The point of my ramble is this. When it comes to cooking I experience a complete change of personality. That cheery happy go lucky fellow you normally meet becomes a manic, by the book, measurer and weigher. “Add 1.534 grammes of butter to 6.1 specks of flour and whisk for eight days.” Yes SIR” I bellow, and measure away with scrupulous attention to detail. “Levitate over the spirit of five mushrooms and soak in fresh rainfall before laying them in a baking tray. ” “Levitate sir. I am levitating SIIIIR”. “Reduce three marine biologists to a thin brew and whisk in a copy of the Oxford english dictionary”. I hear you master. I HEAR YOU”. All normal manners desert me and the poor marine biologists are not even told of the dish they will be honouring before submitting to my cooking frenzy
At no stage will I use my own judgement, take a short cut, hazard a second guess or try to argue with the book. No No No. I will follow you blindly oh mighty manuscript. Lead me to taste heaven and the admiration of my friends.
Why is this?. Well it’s simple really. I like the look of the recipe and fancy a nice meal but I’ve no idea what I’m doing. Unless I follow the recipe blindly there is every chance I will get lost and produce some menacing goo most useful as a carpet stainer, or some slow decaying super glue. In no other areas of my life does this characteristic show itself but when it comes to the hallowed call of the taste buds , only blind obedience will lead me through the catering wilderness. Perhaps I should follow this system in other areas of my life