Thankful Thursdays…For Learning to Cook
When my Girl Scout troop took cooking classes, earning us another badge for our sashes, I thought that would be the end of that (cooking.)
Little did I know or understand that learning to cook and enjoying it would come to me slowly and through various sources. All in all, it took several years. To be honest, it was more like 30+ years and I’m still learning.
There were years spent watching my grandmother cook and bake.
Somehow she managed to make the whole Thanksgiving dinner which included a huge turkey, ham, 2 large trays of dressing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, I’m sure there was a green vegetable thrown in, and 4 pies!!! All of this was without the help of a microwave, air fryer, and just one oven!!!
My mother was the baker in the family. It was through her that I learned about different measuring cups for liquids and solids. To this day, I’ve tried to recreate the birthday cake she made each year for all of the children in the family. Growing up, we never had anything but a homemade cake!
The first Thanksgiving dinner I made for our friends at our apartment complex was a group effort. One of my responsibilities was the gravy. It was a valiant effort and the result of my efforts was a large pot of a mixture of actual gravy mixed with the instant kind that comes in a package.
Cooking for my friends and family brings me joy. I’m not a gourmet cook however I continue to learn and experiment.
It saddens me to think of those who have never had homemade mac & cheese instead of the boxed version…or those who’ve only had rotisserie chicken from their local grocer.
Now there is a smart oven that prepares your delivered meals when you scan a card. For someone living on their own, it’s not a bad idea! However, I still am thankful I learned how to cook.
I am forever grateful that through osmosis, necessity, and cooking classes, I learned how to cook!
Cooking is like painting or writing a song. Just as there are only so many notes or colors, there are only so many flavors—it’s how you combine them that sets you apart.
The only real stumbling block is fear of failure.
In cooking, you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.