When I was a wee kid my dad made the tragic mistake of telling me that women belonged in the kitchen and from that day on I made it my burden duty to NEVER be caught in the vicinity. He also told me that girls couldn’t play basketball or baseball and I spent my teenage years beating up every boy I could find on the court and field. I’m not entirely sure if this strengthened or stunted my development, but it definitely revealed a very integral aspect of my personality that can be summarized in one word: stubborn.
I adore good food and can be bribed to do almost anything for a delicious supper…hike mountains, run half marathons, wash dishes…etc. Thanks to my two incredible foodie friends, Inge Hooker and Gail Harris, I’ve developed a desire to be able to whip up good food in the vicinity of my own kitchen. Last weekend I tackled a Thai cooking class. Thai food is one of my all time favorite cuisines, but in addition to its incredible-ness, I also have this grand idea that someday when I find myself back in the states, I will throw a huge party for all of my friends and cook dishes from all over the world and from places that I’ve lived. You don’t know what a scary thought this is for someone who spent the majority of her life avoiding anything culinary, but being able to bring back the taste of places I’ve been and lived has lit the fire of determination! (See? Stubbornness can be a good thing! You just gotta figure out how to out think your own silliness! Now to work on the “barefooted and pregnant one…;)