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Day 64: kitchen nightmares, take 2

4 Mar

Fear is only as deep as the mind allows.
Japanese Proverb

Tonight, I took my kitchen nightmares to the next level and put my cooking skills to the test.

I made dinner for a living, breathing, human being — Justin.
(And, he’s still alive!)

Of course, I made some beginner’s mistakes — like cutting the oranges the wrong way, oops!  And, the chicken had a little more pep, as in pepper, than desired.  But, I must admit, the asparagus was just divine.

Overall, dinner was not perfect, by any stretch of the imagination, but I did it.
More than anything else, I squeezed a little more fear out of my head.

And, to that, I say:
Bon Appétit!

Day 62: f*ing friday: fear of fire

2 Mar

F*ing Fridays are back!
And, they will continue to occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5 in Year 1, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Film

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
Fear of Fire.

As in, cooking.

Tonight I officially took a little leap of faith and jumped over fire. Well, at least I bent over the stove for a good hour.

So, maybe I didn’t actually run, jump or leap over a fire pit, but I did turn a lot of kale from the organic market into a resemblance of dinner without burning the kitchen down.

What, are you surprised?  Yes, me too!

The Chinese have a saying: “Eighty percent is perfection.”  And, I am officially commandeering this concept for my kitchen confidential adventures.

It’s time I get over my fear of fire and all things Julia Child.
So, in this month of facing fear I am officially MARCHing into the kitchen.

Tonight was fun and easy because I was cooking just for me and Pup since Justin’s working tonight — so no pressure, no judgement, no vomiting at the table. The stakes will get higher of course when I cook for other walking, breathing humans who have taste buds.

So, that’s why I am adopting this mantra: 80% is perfection.

Because I realize my fear of the kitchen has nothing to do with the culinary arts — rather, it’s my fear of making a mistake or messing up, or to put differentlynot being perfect.

So, I’m working on embracing perfect in the f*ing imperfect.
And, I suppose that’s the best recipe I can learn.

Now, who wants to come over for dinner?

P.S. Here’s a little photo trip from the farmers market to my kitchen table — fire not included.

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