You may have not have guessed it... but it’s true: when I don’t have my kids with me, I often feel the same resistance to cooking for myself as I do when I know I should exercise. I know it’s the right thing to do, and I just don’t want to do it.
However, there are a few items in my kitchen that I almost regard as part of my family. They lovingly invite me to work with them, every time I step into my kitchen. Curious to know what pulls me in?
I love my ceramic knife. It’s so light and sharp. I bought it when my Rheumatoid Arthritis was really painful in my hand. The light knife was crucial for me to have once the pain subsided enough for me to start working with my right hand again. I am still in love with it - and it’s still nice and sharp!
I regard my cutting board as my canvas. Just like a real canvas, it needs to be big enough to express my creativity. It drives me crazy if I want to chop a bunch of leafy greens and only have a small cutting board to work with! It makes me feel claustrophobic. My current cutting board measures 18 x 12 inches and it’s a beautiful invitation to come create.
Call me old fashioned, but I grew up with my grandma teaching me how to cook and she always wore an apron. Her spirit comes to visit as soon as I tie my apron around my waist. One of my most cherished kitchen possessions is one of my grandmother’s aprons that she sewed and wore herself when she still walked on earth.
I would have never been able to persuade myself to spend hundreds of dollars to buy this extraordinary piece of kitchen equipment, but when an angel in my life gifted it to me, I knew I was meant to own one. I started calling it my ‘boyfriend’ when it first appeared in my kitchen (I was single at that time). I love this machine because it turns so many ingredients into a texture that has no comparison to anything else.