Food Memory: My Night to Cook Dinner

I was never a bad-ass food-cooking prodigy. I’ve always liked food. I was never a super picky eater aside from my childhood hatred of saurkraut (much to the disappointment of my Polish and German family). But I never understood what it meant to cook.

Prime example: My night to “cook” dinner as a kid. I would bust out every ounce of creativity within my reach. My choices for the menu were quite daring. And by daring I mean completely mismatched. But I was working with a height limitation, a slight fear of the heat of the stove, and a strange attachment to my favorite vegetable.

The Menu: Soup and sandwich with a side vegetable.

The Soup – Lipton Chicken Noodle soup. Oh yes, instant soup goodness. I was the expert at heating water and so delicately adding the soup mix. Be sure that I watched that pot carefully and stirred the contents to rid the broth of any of those annoying clumps of powder.

The Sandwich – Tuna Fish. Can o’ tuna, a little bit of mayo, throw in some relish for my mom’s sandwich, toast the bread, lettuce, tomato and ta-da! Simplistic sandwich victory.

Side vegetable – a carrot stick. Raw. I was the master carrot peeler. Actually attempting to slice the carrot into pieces was beyond my skills. I would cut off the funky looking end parts and peel the carrot and DONE. If you don’t like your WHOLE carrot, give it back to me. I love carrots (or atleast I did at age 6).

Although I no longer love carrot sticks and my version of tuna salad sandwich is now much more sophisticated, I still grab that Lipton Soup when I have a cold and need some quick  and easy food comfort.

Maybe it wasn’t a big bang start to a cooking career. But it worked for me.

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About kellchris

I'm an artist and art therapy student. When I'm not painting or experimenting with ceramics, I'm usually hiking, cooking, or making the big bucks bartending. View all posts by kellchris

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