Food

My sister is a spectacular cook. She can always make meals lickety split with such a variety. All that she cooked, I savoured and wondered how she cooked them. She told me how to cooke a few things, like poached eggs and mashed yams I figured out for myself. She cooked a delicious dish of rice without ing a rice cooker. She gave this away to her daughter. The rice was puffy and fresh. I still had my rice cooker so I knew that I could cook a fairly descent meal. We had red wine every night in Vancouver to accentuate the flavour of the food.
When I was back in Ontario, it came time to putting up the Christmas tree. I had everthing prepared but I had no wine. I went to mass with my friend and after mass I saw Father pouring wine back into the bottle. I asked if I could have some because I needed it while decorating my Christmas tree. Father laughed and said, "I've never heard that one before."
But my facination with cooking started on the plane ride out to Vancouver, having watched almost all of"Julie and Julia." The characters in the movie were devoted to coooking up a storm. I must admit though, I didn't care for boiling live lobsters since I'm an animal lover. At the aquuarium, my sister asked me when I first started loving animals. I guess it was when I was four, when my mother sang a song which was in "Marry Poppins; Feed the Bird's." I din't have much trouble with eating meat, except when I discovered how veal was made...so cruel and unfeeling man can be-separating calves from their babies. We must seem like monsters to the animal world.
We watched a cooking show that required coconut juice straight from the coconut. The girls in the show, had to do a test to cook a meal how a chef would cook. They had trouble breaking open the coconut though. They trieed everything from a hammer to their shoe but gradually got the thing open. They were panicking because the chef was going to be there any minute and evaluate them. I thought the chef was going to be strict with them but he miracoulsly gave the them an eight out of ten.
Cooking is like an art. You put ingredients together and voila!!!!You've created a masterpiece. I think after years of battling an eating disorder, I finally view food in a different light and am eager to get cooking. I even cooked fof my friend and she thought is was similar to a Thanksgiving meal. I wouldn't say I've gone that far but it is deffinately an improvement.