Cooking And Mothering
I just got done watching The Next Iron Chef: Super Chefs, there is something about food I seem to not be able to get away from. Maybe it is the fact that we need to eat to live. But it is more than that I think.
I started watching Food Network for some reason when I was pregnant with my son. I was SO sick, I could barely eat a thing. A bagel. That is what I could eat. For like 7 months. After those first seven months I was still nauseous a lot, but I could eat a bit more than a bagel. So instead of eating I watched others make food.
Strange but true.
Fast forward a year, and I was sick again. This time pregnant with my daughter and oh so ill that the emergency room doctor said it was the worst case of dehydration he had ever seen, after they tried drawing blood but what they got was more like sludge. After my return home from spending three months at my sisters house because I could not take care of myself or my son, we spent a lot of time in the house alone, with Food Network.
In fact every afternoon we both fell asleep together on the couch to Giada, Ina, and the lady with all the butter Paula Dean. By age two my son had his favorite food network shows of his own; Jamie At Home and now Guy Fieri. I don’t have as much time to watch T.V. these days, and really the only reason we have Dish Network is so we can keep Food Network for me when one of those days comes along in which I actually have a moment to enjoy a show about food.
I am religious about watching The Next Food Network Star and The Next Iron Chef though. Others like Chopped and Cupcake Wars I catch when I am sick and in bed all day on a Saturday and they are doing a marathon.
Maybe, just maybe, I watch because I cannot cook like that. Because I am a mess in the kitchen with a few hits here and there and a whole bunch of misses everywhere. Some part of me would love to go to culinary school right now at this moment. But what is a stay at home Mom going to do with that except cook for her family, which would be great for them, but not really realistic for financial reasons?
Maybe as a philosopher and an artist, I am inspired when the two come together in such a magnificent way you feel blessed somehow watching it. That is how I felt about Chef Zakarian and his battle to become the Next Iron Chef this season. I know, I know it sounds ridiculously cheesy. But somehow watching the finale yesterday I got the sense of an artist putting his passion for food and life together with his values and philosophical leanings in a way that screams “This is what I was meant to do”, and not in a prideful, egotistical way, but in a way in which only magic comes forth.
Maybe I am even a little jealous because I still don’t know ‘what I am supposed to do’, and with that knowledge I will probably not hit a moment in my life where it all comes together in such a way that I sit back and say to myself, “Of course, of course this is where I would be right now at this moment.” I sorta feel lucky enough if the kids eat in a given day and don’t kill each other. I am grateful for the time spent with them, with a bit of time to read, a bit of time to indulge my respect for food well prepared, a teeny bit of time to write, and a slew of moments to ponder my spiritual growth thrown in as icing on the cake.
Will that a pinnacle in my life create? Probably not. But that is O.K. too.
Of course, one should never say never…
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