Cooking and Baking and Sewing, Oh My

I mentioned recently on my Facebook page that I sort of wished I liked to cook and bake and sew.  I imagine that if I liked to cook, I’d eat more than fruit smoothies, salads, spicy lentils and the occasional frozen vegan entree or pizza.  I imagine that if I liked to bake, I could make yummy vegan baked goodies for the chorus’ dessert table at our concerts, instead of buying pre-baked tartlets and snickerdoodles from the grocery store.  I imagine that if I liked to sew, I could darn socks, repair ripped seams and even sew new outfits.

But then I come to my senses.  I know my diet is kind of boring, but at least everything I eat tastes pretty good.  I sometimes go out for some Middle Eastern food or pasta, or will have Chinese food delivered.  Food doesn’t seem to be a big deal to me.  I need to eat so I don’t pass out, and I prefer my food to taste good.  Beyond that… meh.  Sometimes I like sweets, but not really all that often.  Apparently, I am not terribly normal.  For example, for the Spousal Unit, food is an integral part of any celebration.  ”Yay!  It’s Wednesday!  Let’s order Chinese for a treat!”  Really?  You’re celebrating the fact that you made it half way through the work week, and you deserve a “treat”?  Listen, if you want you give me a treat, just buy me one of the books from my Amazon wish list, ok?  ”Yay!  It’s Wednesday!  I didn’t kill a coworker!  Time for a new book!!”

I can sew… I can darn socks (though with these stupid new compact fluorescent bulbs, it’s not as easy), I can sew buttons back on, I can repairs seams and I have even been known to construct new outfits.  But do I enjoy doing these things?  Oh, hell no!

The dislike of cooking and baking all makes sense.  (Here comes the therapy session.)  From about age 9 or 10, I had to take on the task of making sure dinner didn’t get destroyed after my mother passed out from her drinking binges.  Everything had to be made the way dad liked things (i.e., bland).  If dad didn’t like a particular food, we didn’t eat it.  I was 19 years old before I ever ate broccoli.  So cooking was an onerous chore, and not the least bit interesting.

Baking was fun, because it’s something I did with my grandmother.  But she died when I was 14, and the joy just went out of the whole experience.  Sad… but true.

And sewing?  Well, I remember the first outfit I ever made for myself.  Mind you, this was the late 60s or early 70s, so don’t judge too harshly.  It was a culottes and poncho set, made with a nice cotton fabric with lots of bright colors and geometric patterns.  There was even pom pon edging on the ponchos.  I loved it so very much.  When I finished it, and came down from my bedroom to show my mother, her comment was something like, “That has got to be the ugliest outfit I’ve ever seen.”  Really, ma?  Really?  Well, that was the last outfit I ever made.  I don’t think I wore the culottes more than once or twice, but I did wear the poncho a lot in high school.  Because you know?  I LOVED that crazy, bright fabric.

What got me starting on this particular wander down memory lane?  Well, my blog acquaintance Jia has been posting recipes over on her blog, Blade and Cauldron, some of which I may actually get around to testing for myself.  And I thought… well, even if I don’t like to cook and bake, sometimes I do it anyway.  And sometimes (ok, usually, because I am good at cooking even though I don’t enjoy it) those cooking and baking experiments turn out rather well.  So, maybe I, too, will share some of my recipes (and recipe modifications, because sometimes I just have to veganize a recipe I already have tried and like, but can eat anymore).  I don’t make up recipes all on my own (except for my spicy lentils), so I’ll be sure to give credit where credit is due.  I’m not promising anything… but just maybe I’ll be posting here more often.

2 Responses to “Cooking and Baking and Sewing, Oh My”

  1. February 19th, 2011 | 11:07 pm

    I hope you do start sharing some recipes. I would love to read them. Especially the ones that you veganize.

    I admire your bravery for sharing so many painful associations that you have with cooking and baking and sewing. To say how sorry I am that you had to go through that seems trite, but it is true nonetheless.

    Hugs

  2. Kelly
    February 19th, 2011 | 11:44 pm

    Thanks. It’s been a long time, and I’ve had some good therapists. While I’m not sure that time heals all wounds, it does make them bearable. Also, being Irish, I have to turn everything into a story, preferably a humorous one. That probably helps even more than the therapy did!

    I often suspect I’d be less than enthusiastic about all those “domestic” things even if I’d had the most perfect childhood. There are just so many other things that are far more interesting. :)

    But I will certainly share whatever recipes I modify and find edible. I don’t have a family to feed, so experimenting is more of a whim. I do find I cook more in the summer, though. Probably has something to do with the fact that my fibro is less annoying then. I’ve already started writing up the spicy lentil “recipe” (it’s really too simple to be considered a real recipe, I think). That will be coming soon!