Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving.
Mine was different. My usual "may I help?" quietly aimed toward the area of the kitchen is traditionally ignored. My American life does not include the fact that once upon a time I had a full British life. I had a house, garden, cooked, cleaned, ironed, worked, actually had some success and a near miss with a professional writing career and happy marriage. That was Jayne Part One I guess.
Anyway, Jayne Part Two has an image that she does not know how to cook. (Does not know how to do anything.) I throw my oven gloves into the air and say I'm guilty of taking advantage of this and have played along. To the extent where I believe it! Not that I was ever Julia Childs, I did however have adventures with stuffed lamb and a pink meringue that stuck to the kitchen ceiling.
Anyway, So Jayne Part Two was suddenly cutting and frying on Thursday in a kitchen where people can really cook. They have things like rice vinegar and stuffed fig oil in their cupboards.
It was fun, though I wanted my shoulders to drop and if only I could unclench my jaw. Cooking needs confidence. Cooking with people who own restaurants needs wine and confidence.
I'm not the newcomer, yet I stop myself from relaxing for fear of saying the wrong thing, eating too much, looking foolish, sentimental, fat. What a waste of turkey grease!
WARNING: Jayne Part Two is reflecting on what she wants to resurrect from Jayne Part One.
Could/would/should be interesting.......
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