I've come to realize over the past few days (and this might come as a surprise, given that I've been cooking for quite a while now) that less is more when it comes to spices. I used to sprinkle red chili powder and cumin seeds and other exotic spices with gay abandon until now - naively assuming that the more spices I add, the more flavour they will impart. Having recently been exposed to two consecutive nights of savoury cooking where that wasn't the case, I have been forced to come to the conclusion that that is not true.
Now my parents might contend that I have been exposed to it from a much earlier age, and they would be right, but there is a subtle difference. When one's own or someone else's parents do it, one just nods sagely and accepts it as that holy grail of the culinary arts: home cooking - something that you can seek for the rest of your life, but can only truly be achieved by your elders "at home." It is only when your own clumsy inept contemporaries start to do it and do it well that you are filled with self-doubt and, paradoxically, excitement (if they can do it, so can I!) and begin to wonder if indeed you might possess the same hitherto dormant skills.
And thus begins a new, and hopefully delicious, chapter in my on-going culinary saga. Will he try a real recipe? Will he actually measure out quantities? Will he (gasp) go easy on the cooking oil??? Tune in next week to find out these and other more tantalising details.
Now why am I in this crazy mood today? I have no idea but I choose conveniently to blame it on the beautiful weather outside.
Anyway, in other news, I seem to have some sort of a slight crick in my neck today - must have slept funny last night. What's really upsetting about that is now I can't play tennis this evening like I had planned. Ah well....c'est la vie.
Spoke to Luvshack this morning and he's flying out at 11.30 pm tonight. Have a safe trip man and get your ass back here in the Fall so we can party some more. BTW Jeamish, if you want to bid him bon voyage, and here's my lame attempt at a puzzle a la Dan Brown, you can call him at FDFXETDI.
I should probably get some work done now :(, but before I leave, here's some "food for thought" as it were (man, that phrase works on so many levels):
Q: What is a hooker's least favourite spice?
A: Cumin!
And on that terrible terrible note...
