On love and cooking…
Success in love and success in cooking both require a similar approach. Here is a lighthearted look (my own take) on how their similarities intertwine.
Love and cooking are both messy. Sometimes very, very messy! Cooking requires you to get your hands dirty in the kitchen. Love requires you to get your hands dirty sometimes in, and most certainly out of, the kitchen.
Both can be rewarding, yield delicious results, and offer ultimate satisfaction.
Cooking, unlike baking, does not require exactness, precision nor perfection. Love also certainly shouldn’t require these things. Don’t expect perfection in your cooking. Don’t expect perfection in your love.
Love, not unlike cooking, is about experimenting with what you like. You experiment with what goes well together, what works, what doesn’t. We alter basic recipes to satisfy our own taste.
To fall in love, you must surrender. Abandon certain rules. Love entails a certain amount of vulnerability, of letting your self become uninhibited. It requires some risk and, sometimes, bravery you might not know you even had. (This was, at least, true for me.)
For many of us, cooking and love go hand-in-hand. Cooking is a labor of love. We do it for the people we love. We do it in the name of love.
Cooking is most fun when we become unrestrained; when we can steer away from following a recipe step-by-step – and make it our very own.
Being a good cook and being good in love both require some practice, some experience, and probably some amount of failure first.
When cooking and pursing love, you have to get past the mess that may be being made during the process. Look past that big, glorious mess. Approach them with some amount of impulsiveness. Worry about the cleanup later.
For now – be willing. Willing to risk possible failure, risk mess, risk what others may think.
Go for it. Create your own kind of flavor. Get crazy in the kitchen. Get crazy in love. Create something great.
As the great Dalai Lama has said, “Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.”
Now, if you will excuse me… I must go cook. I must go be in love. Bon Appetite!