Commitment to Cooking

Amongst the busyness of life, cooking can be hard. Often, it feels like a chore. Something that has to be done, rather than gets to be done. I completely understand why it might take a backseat, or be approached with reluctance.

I really want to be able to cook well. Functionally, yes. For health reasons, yes. But more so, it’s a skill I really want in my arsenal. The ability to create dishes. To understand why they work, or what went wrong when they don’t.

Fortunately, I can’t play the busyness card as an excuse. I have the next week ahead of me in a flat in Edinburgh with a lovely kitchen. If it’s something I feel is worth investing in, well, I’ve got the perfect lab environment. No use waiting until I’m back at uni, with many more commitments. Nor waiting until I’m back with my family, where my parents are just flat-out much better cooks than I.

So, I’m committed to learning, now, how to properly cook. I think it’s one of the most useful skills one can possess, and sits in rarefied air between the intersection of necessity, enjoyment, and health. Next time I make something for you that sucks, feel free to point to this post. At least it’ll help me stay accountable.