Cooking.

Like many other things in life that repeat, this too is a topic that inadvertently has been suggested by me for the weekly LBC posts as a repeat. Since there is little that I can add to improve what I had written a year and a half ago, I shall simply cut and paste the same thing all over again.

In the circle of my friends and family, I am known as a good cook.

My love affair with cooking started when some male friends working in the Middle East taught me that men too can cook. They had no choice as they were forced to live alone leaving their families behind and perforce had to learn how to cook.

Once I saw them cook and picked up some tips from them, there was no stopping me and at every possible opportunity I would cook. I also collected recipes and bought a number of books of recipes to help me along my then new hobby.

Since I was also in a travelling job and had to stay in hotels and eat restaurant food, I would ask to meet the chefs whenever I was intrigued by some dish and would request the chefs for recipes. I did the same thing whenever I was entertained in some one’s home and would ask the lady of the house or the cook for the recipe.

For me, cooking also turned out to be a great occupation therapy and nothing gives me greater pleasure than someone eating food cooked by me complimenting me for it.

An update however is in order. I stopped cooking after the death of my wife as I simply lost all interest as there was no one to appreciate the outcomes. Three years ago however a whole lot of young people persuaded me to cook one lamb dish for a special occasion and I came up trumps with that. Bar that one occasion, I have not cooked anything other than making the morning cup of tea and microwaving the oats for breakfast or toasting bread slices. I however give instructions to our help who uses the guidelines to cook some amazing stuff for the home and guests.

May be one of these days, I may just get back into the kitchen just to see if the knack is still there.

I have suggested this week’s topic. You can see what the other writers of the LBC have to say in their respective blogs.  Maria, Pravin, Ashok and Shackman<

Cooking.

In the circle of my friends and family, I am known as a good cook.

My love affair with cooking started when some male friends working in the Middle East taught me that men too can cook. They had no choice as they were forced to live alone leaving their families behind and perforce had to learn how to cook.

Once I saw them cook and picked up some tips from them, there was no stopping me and at every possible opportunity I would cook. I also collected recipes and bought a number of books of recipes to help me along my then new hobby.

Since I was also in a travelling job and had to stay in hotels and eat restaurant food, I would ask to meet the chefs whenever I was intrigued by some dish and would request the chefs for recipes. I did the same thing whenever I was entertained in some one’s home and would ask the lady of the house or the cook for the recipe.

For me, cooking also turned out to be a great occupation therapy and nothing gives me greater pleasure than someone eating food cooked by me complimenting me for it.

The topic for this week’s LBC post was suggested by me and you can see what Shackman and Pravin have to say in their blogs.