They say confession is good for the soul, and I need unburden my soul on this.
I have lust in my heart, for cooking. I read and collect cookbooks, but seldom follow recipes. I am a better cook, then baker, because I don't do well at following directions. As a child I colored outside the lines and insisted that it was possible for there to be purple kittens. For me cooking is about a concept, technique and method - it is not a chemistry formula to be followed. When I say I read cook books, I really do read them, exploring the way that ingredients are put together. The great cook books include narrative describing method and technique. I love exploring ingredients and seeing how minor changes in ingredients makes subtle changes in the finished dish. There is a downside to this. I can't always duplicate my successes - anyone can duplicate a failure. Until I started trying to describe recipes for this blog, I never really thought about what I put in. I buy what looks good in the market, and add to it from what I have on hand that needs to be used (the shallots in the soup below is a good example.)