It’s strange to apologise for being irregular when I honestly don’t know whom I’m writing to here just yet. I guess I’ll just apologise to myself then, because I started this blog as an exercise to keep my thoughts, work and writing in one place and while I have kept my Portfolio updated, I haven’t dedicated too many words to the journal. I hope to change that starting this month.
Anyway, I’m really excited to have started a blog (not another one, Afsha!) for the Bangalore Mirror. It’s a food blog about not cooking. You read that right!!
It’s called The Slow Cook and here’s the first post from the series.
The Slow Cool: A taste of procrastination
We all know one couch potato, a person who would do anything, or rather nothing, to get off their ass while the television is still on.
If you’re on social media, you know numerous armchair activists, who share causes and petitions like candy at a birthday party and log off feeling extremely pleased for being a “part of the change you want to see”.
We’re all a bit of both of the above. Couch potato on weekends, armchair activists when the need arises.
But over the last two years, I’ve been feeling a new strain of procrastination grab hold of me. You see, I think I may be an excellent cook. It’s a gift really. I know the perfect technique to pouffe up profiteroles and I’ve got the method to grilling steak down pat. The only problem is, I’ve never really pouffed a profiterole or grilled a steak. In fact, I only purchased an oven three months ago and I’ve never had the courage to enter a butcher’s shop selling beef products.
But somehow, in my head, I’m convinced that I can do these things, and a whole lot more “to perfection”. Put me on a platform with 10 others and I’m confident that I’ll come up with a “cracker of a dish”.
But I think it’s time we’re honest with each other. I’m no master chef. I’m just a writer, a procrastinator by nature, who creates fictitious worlds on one hand and masters dishes in minute detail on the other. The problem: a lot of this happens inside my head.
I’ve only joined Bangalore Mirror two months ago and my colleagues already know this about me. I’ve been promising them gooey chocolate fudge cookies — a dish with less than 8 ingredients that takes 10 minutes to prep and 12 minutes to bake — since my first week. But every morning I wake up to pull up the recipe and gather the ingredients and instead, end up clicking on a related link that leads to another recipe and then another which I bookmark… for the weekend… in a folder titled “Sunday Brunch”.
I love to cook. Really I do. But I’d much rather do it inside my head than on a kitchen-top that needs cleaning or using dishes that need washing up after I’m done.
This isn’t to say that I don’t cook at all. I made a killer batch of coconut granola yesterday and there was that one time I baked cinnamon spiced apple cupcakes. They were appreciated but if you’re going to wait for an encore, it won’t happen. Not on demand anyway.
That’s why I’m calling myself The Slow Cook. There are delicious adventures to be had — inside the kitchen and outside. There are also amazing discoveries to be made. There will also be the occasional experiment though don’t count on it being too often. One thing’s for sure: There will be food and lots of it.