If I close my eyes, I can take myself back there instantly–eagerly sitting on a stool up to the white Formica kitchen counter in the home I grew up in. A lot of time was spent on a stool watching my mom thoughtfully and gracefully prepare meal upon meal for me and my four siblings. Although I can’t recall the precise age at which I began to be on the flip side of that beloved counter, I can still remember how important I felt accepting the very significant tasks my mom assigned me–measuring, tossing, stirring, filling, pouring, and so on. I belonged in there with her; and it was by her side that I learned to develop a confidence in the kitchen that instilled within me a love of home, memories, togetherness, and creating.
I’d have to say that nailing down my mom’s chocolate chip cookie recipe was something in which I took great satisfaction. To have memorized that treasured recipe was like a rite of passage. Now, all these years later, that recipe holds a very special place in my heart. It was the foundation for pushing me outside of my culinary comfort zone. What if I swapped out this for that? Wouldn’t it be yummy if I added this? Will removing that affect the texture?
And thus it began….a series of never-ending attempts, adjustments, mistakes, failures, and successes in the kitchen.