I suppose it happens to everyone at some point. Your head is in another place. Your lack of appetite for it dwindles away. Before you know it, you can’t even perform. It happened to me. For four days, I couldn’t even scramble an egg. I lost my mojo in the kitchen! (Does anyone use the word “mojo” anymore?) I couldn’t believe that it happened and worse I didn’t know when it would end. I feared trying to make my signature cookies; what would become of me if those didn’t turn out right?!?!? I was devastated. Cooking is the way that I show my love and moreover to put happiness back into the world, little pieces of happiness, one spoonful at a time. I started to blame the lack of sun, the nasty whole wheat pastry flour (it’s the devil) that I took a chance on, and the lack of a real occupation. I ended up dumping the whole lot of floor and trusting in my neighborhood favorites to supply me with sustenance until I could figure out what to do.
During this whole period (and I do mean whole period, I was attempting to make chili in my crock pot for two. I had quick-soaked a cup or so of the 16 bean variety bag, cut up onion, garlic, red bell pepper, roma tomatoes, leftover london broil pieces, and seasoned with chili powder, a bit of cayenne, cumin, coriander, salt, pepper, and a bay leaf. Thought it was foolproof when I started it. I won’t bore you with details but the lesson here is to fully or nearly fully cook the beans before putting them into the crock pot. Soaking is just not enough. It wasn’t until three days of my relentless tasting that I had a crock pot for two full of edible chili.
Looks pretty darn good for sitting in a crock pot for three days, huh? It was good. The only complaint was not enough heat. A bit surprising for someone who adores spicy but with three days of cooking I was a bit afraid of over-spicing. Regardless, a victory after three days made me hopeful. I had gotten rid of the nasty flour, gone on some walks, perhaps the curse was dismissed.
So I decided to try a family crêpe recipe out thanks to my cuzzie (can’t share, it isn’t mine to share). I had blueberries that needed to be eaten so in the pot they went for some yummy compote and ta-da!
There they were, perfectly thin and sweet. Happiness was back in my universe and I am now free to continue use of the kitchen.