I Would Like a World...
I would like a world where we don't measure things. I mean in cooking. I mean the way it was before recipe books.
I have a book I used to use in my classes when I taught school. The book is packed away, but I'm almost positive that the title is 15th Century Cookery Boke. I used this book in classes because it was written in old English. We would discover some of the words we use today, and yet, back then, the meaning of the word was different from what the meaning is today. Sadly, I can't remember one of these words this moment.
This book was fun for us. We even had days when some of the kids would bring in what they cooked from these hit or miss recipes.
It is so freeing not to have to measure. Just to do it by what it feels, and not care so much for precision. I know Heaven Admin cooks by intuition. It's an added boost.
My mother used to make authentic foods without measuring. My neighbor who was from Greece did too. I think they both would be perplexed by measuring. There had to be something wonderful in just letting spices fall from your fingers.
I often put oatmeal and apple slices and cinnamon in a slow cooker. I delight in not measuring and guessing instead. The oatmeal, apple, and cinnamon cook overnight, and in the morning it's done. It's so well cooked that it doesn't require any added sweetening.
Sometimes it comes out the way you would expect oatmeal to come out, and sometimes it comes out like a pudding. Once it came out like soup. Like a pudding is my favorite way. I never know ahead of time how it's going to come out. And I like not knowing and not even trying to make it come out one way or another.
There are other tiny ways I would a world to be, but I'll save those for another blog.
What are some of the tiny ways you would like the world to be. Not the big things. Just little ways that might make living sweet.
Comments
I would like people to understand what I mean with my words without any second guessing or interpretations. I would like all people to have clear communication, with no space for misunderstandings.
Paula Paula, little things! These are among the biggest there are. I knew you are just like me in this respect. I love your little wish! And you.
Searching my brain for little things, I draw a handful of little blanks. Ah, yes, a little less New Year's fireworks would be nice, all the money going to people who are experiencing hard times during the winter.
Beloved Jochen, yes, money going to help someone.
And Cara Paula, I relate to what you're saying. It would be so wonderful if we were always taken at face value.
Sometimes, I have to say though, someone says something to me, and I don't have any idea of what they mean. I heard the words, but what are they talking about? What are they saying? Where are they coming from. Sometimes I receive emails like that, and I have no idea what's going on. Does anyone else ever have this?
Yes, I do. Let us assume that some of this (especially when it's something written and you don't have the person in front of you) is really confused and hard to understand. For the rest, let's try to relate it to what Paula said: Am I trying to sort it into the preexisting categories or pigeonholes of my mind or am I able to leave it blank for a moment and only hear and take in the other person without immediately trying to ascribe a meaning to what I hear or read? This, I have been told (in an absolutely wonderful book I once translated), is the secret of listening. Listening this way, we will at least get the energy of the other person, some sense of having understood without yet knowing what.
For people to just be nice to each other. A little kindness and respect, even when it's toward someone you don't particularly like.
I would like
- my car to go without having to refuel it with anything
- things to work as advertised or promised
- for the monkeys to leave the baby pumpkins alone!!!
- for vegetables and fruit to be sold without packaging
- bicycle lanes in South African towns and cities
- no car days through the year in towns and cities
- raw milk to be delivered to my door like the old days
- slow fermented bread at the bakers
I like the idea of recipe books without measurements. Cooking is not a precise thing!
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