Facinating Thoughts

The phobia of cooking June 18, 2010

I was scared of kitchen. Sure I enjoy nice food. But I never thought kitchen as a place where I could be usefully employed. Sometimes a restaurant deploys open kitchen where you can watch chefs working through large glass windows. I always spend sometime watching the foods becoming delicious dishes with fascination. It’s like a magic show. Someone has it in the genes. It just not me, for I was clueless and useless in a kitchen. The best thing I could help my wife is to wash dishes.

Human minds are both fascinatingly effective and also spectacularly faulty.  If we were  machine, we’d never pass QA and surly be dumped in junk pile for recycle. There is no indication of any serious defects that render me so ineffective in cooking. It’s my phobia, the faulty believes that my brain somehow made up out of no reason.

I almost forgot that I was pretty good at biochemistry. In my long past scientist days, I’d spend hours mixing up all kinds of odd chemicals, cooking them on fire, or boiling them in solvents, or incubating them overnight. I’ve been cooking all along, only with something so toxic that I have to wear protective gears. Even in my current occupation of software development, all I do have been mixing various functional modules to cook up a product that meets customer’s requirements.

What if the kitchen becomes my lab or my computer? Am I still afraid it? Interestingly, once I start spending time in it, kitchen turns out to be a fun place. I like to pick up a cook book and look up for some general idea, then turn to my own imagination to make up something cute. There are so many fresh variations to try  everyday. Never a dull time. Sometimes I made something tasty, and everyone loved me. Other times I just have to apologize for my blunders. No matter how well or terrible I cook today, nothing will last overnight. Tomorrow will always be another adventure.

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