More than just a tool for me
In my previous chapter of life, kitchen was not my domain at all. There was always Grandma, Mom or our maid there. I just simply needed to ask, then my food would be served. Cooking was not my priority to learn at all. I always surrounded by the good cooks, so I thought why bother. My Grandma and Mom always made sure that we always had healthy and yummy meals, varies from Indonesian to Dutch recipes. Yet, I was a picky-eater. And then, if there was nobody at home, I still could call a delivery or buy from a street vendor.
Now, I live faraway from the great cooks or restaurants I used to know. Like it or not, I have to cook to survive. OK that’s probably too hyperbolic. Since I left Indonesia, I got no more luxury in having great food. The choices is so so limited, especially in spices. But you have to do what you have to do, right? Before trying my luck to be creative in cooking, first of all, I had to create the ambience that could attract me to cooking. A subject that could make me feel so unconfident compared when I have to deal with a nasty client.
One of my ways was to start collecting colourful cooking tools. I could not help it. I’m an artsy person. I could not just have plain cooking tools. They better come in colour. I could get so excited whenever I found them in my favourite colour. Believe it or not, within six months, my kitchen stuff mostly come in lime green colour. Now, even my husband helps me to hunt for those things. What a good cooperation, eh?
Why kids’ educational stuff come in attractive colours? Could you attract their attention with dull colours? I guess this theory also valid for my kitchen attraction. Slowly but sure, now I could claimed that I’m confident enough to cook for a bigger crowd than just my husband and inlaws.