There are people in this world who grew up around Those Who Can Cook. They absorbed the rules and rights and wrongs of cooking along with all those little lessons like, "don't open the bottom of the box of cereal" and "don't open the pop can right after you dropped it."
Then there is the Rest of Us.
The ones who grew up with keys to the house, whose moms came home from work after we got home from school. Dominos was on the speed-dialer, and we knew what time of year to expect the MacDonald's Monopoly Game.
Lean Cuisine stocked the freezer, and the stove was primarily used to boil water for Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.
Once a year, we'd go to grandmas, or our aunt's, and be surrounded by the mystery of cooking. But, in the urgency of Thanksgiving, we were mostly underfoot or asked to help peel - yikes! - 30 pounds of potatoes. Even if mom knew how (mine didn't but wouldn't admit it) we never learned to cook.
I was determined to learn. Cooks gave me useless advice about fileting (huh?), while leaving out those little things that "everyone just knew" (what do you mean that I shouldn't turn the skillet on High to heat it up for stir fry? Won't that warm it faster?).
So in honour of
hp_femme and those valiant Novice cooks picking up their first spatula, here are
( Those Things I Learned That No One Bothered to Explain. )Then the last and final secret of cooking that no one ever mentions: repeat, repeat, repeat. There's a bunch of hoopla that cooking requires some special "talent." Bullshit. People cooked for centuries without requiring any special talent. Cooking is all about practice.
Icarus