LEFSElover
Executive Chef
I, too, enjoyed your story David. Very sweet.
Growing up, my best friend in high school was and still is 100% Armenian. Her family and their meals. My gosh, I'd get invited to dinner at all costs, such wonderful food.
My inspiration was a quiet time in my grand parents kitchen where as a little very young girl, I'd sit for hours and watch the two of them in the kitchen prepare our family's meal. There was quiet there, grandma afraid to speak I often times thought, as grandpa had a harsh edge and grandma was meek.
Maybe it's associating creating with quiet which in turn I translate as a stress free zone and one where I am instantly calmed down. Almost like therapy too.
My love of knives/kitchenware/cookware/gadgets/stoves/ovens/peppermills/olive oil bottles and a large butlers pantry, they all fascinate me.
The challange of coming up with something totally odd, to me, is a big smile creator too. Example:
Dinner tonight, gorgeous pork chops > but I couldn't leave it there.
got out the jar of homemade pesto from my gardens' basil, the moutarde I brought home from Paris, PD's house seasoning that I now make in batches to divy out to each of the kids too, and "sugar". < just because I felt that with all those other flavors, maybe the chops needed a touch of sweet to counterbalance. They're marrying now and will be grilled on the GF for dinner. The noodles I made for this nights dinner are the same kind of dumb story. No rhyme or reason that I added the ingreds I did to them, but I was experimenting with odd additives [and just tasting them] they are so good and really shouldn't be.
Like others have said, it takes your mind off of a bad day at work, or a stupid boss or coworker that you'd like to smack, like the two I just got done working with. Maybe it's taking negative energy and applying it to something positive, who knows.
Growing up, my best friend in high school was and still is 100% Armenian. Her family and their meals. My gosh, I'd get invited to dinner at all costs, such wonderful food.
My inspiration was a quiet time in my grand parents kitchen where as a little very young girl, I'd sit for hours and watch the two of them in the kitchen prepare our family's meal. There was quiet there, grandma afraid to speak I often times thought, as grandpa had a harsh edge and grandma was meek.
Maybe it's associating creating with quiet which in turn I translate as a stress free zone and one where I am instantly calmed down. Almost like therapy too.
My love of knives/kitchenware/cookware/gadgets/stoves/ovens/peppermills/olive oil bottles and a large butlers pantry, they all fascinate me.
The challange of coming up with something totally odd, to me, is a big smile creator too. Example:
Dinner tonight, gorgeous pork chops > but I couldn't leave it there.
got out the jar of homemade pesto from my gardens' basil, the moutarde I brought home from Paris, PD's house seasoning that I now make in batches to divy out to each of the kids too, and "sugar". < just because I felt that with all those other flavors, maybe the chops needed a touch of sweet to counterbalance. They're marrying now and will be grilled on the GF for dinner. The noodles I made for this nights dinner are the same kind of dumb story. No rhyme or reason that I added the ingreds I did to them, but I was experimenting with odd additives [and just tasting them] they are so good and really shouldn't be.
Like others have said, it takes your mind off of a bad day at work, or a stupid boss or coworker that you'd like to smack, like the two I just got done working with. Maybe it's taking negative energy and applying it to something positive, who knows.