Cooking Show

I love cooking. So much so that I’ve been to culinary school. Twice! I didn’t finish either time, but yeah, I tried. Look, the point is I enjoy being in the kitchen “cheffing” it up from time to time. I had dreams of opening a restaurant in Italy making fusion style Southern and Italian cooking.

Now I can see at this point you’re probably wondering why Italian and honestly, I couldn’t tell you. It may have been from all the Food Network I used to watch. I’d watch that network like ESPN. Emeril Lagasse (probably the origin of my fusion restaurant), Iron Chef, and Good Eats were all my favorite shows. I’d watch and imagine myself having a show of my own. I didn’t have a title for it funny enough, but what I did have was someone who’d watch all of my practice runs.

“Picture It!” I hope you said this like Sophia Petrillo. If not, then you need to Google her and find out why it’s the best phrase to use right now. It’s me in a small kitchen with some boiling water and ingredients ready right next to me. I drop a chicken bouillon cube in the water to make a quick and easy broth. I add some rosemary and Italian seasonings. Now for the coup de grâce some par-cooked noodles that are going to be the base for an amazing dish.

Yeah, if you haven’t figured out by now that I’m making ramen noodles then we have lived two different live…lol. Now I serve a piping hot bowl of this culinary treat to the best patron/honored guest that’s ever been on my show. My dear sweet grandma, or Mama Boolie, as she’s known by everyone else. She would listen to me tell her what I added this time to put a spin on a basic dish to make it my own. She supported me and didn’t ever say “Boy you know these is just noodles right?”

I felt empowered to continue trying and eventually I made a whole dinner from a recipe book I’d bought. Honestly, it’s the reason I thought I could be a chef in the first place. I loved her for inspiring me and giving me a platform to practice. She’s always been that way for me. Being brutally honest at times, but also kind and willing to teach me as much as she could. In fact, she was the one who showed me how to cook noodles in the first place. I don’t know where I’d be without my first audience member. I thank God for my grandmother aka Mrs. I Don’t Mean No Harm. She’s the best. Train up a child in the way he should go is a proverb she walked and talked and for that, I am blessed. #wepreach #giverosesmonth