I often write
about finding inspiration to cook in this column, for good reason. If you have to cook more often than once per week or some rare special occasion, you will understand how grandiose an effort it is to cook everyday. Days blur into one another and meals become as unsurprising as the experience of cooking itself. But it need not be so.
I once had an aunt whose house I would often visit after school to play with my cousins until it was time to go home. She had a wonderful nanny who took good care of us but was annoyingly predictable in the kitchen. I would soon recite the menu for the week because it was the same menu for each day of the week, every single week.
I think it was that experience — dreading the days where I did not fancy the menu — that has made me so keen on always changing things up and having wild spontaneous fun in the kitchen. Variety is the spice of life. I believe we were given different tastes on our tongues so that we can enjoy countless combinations while we nourish ourselves.
… more from Kari’s weekly column for the Khaleej Times “When Hunger Strikes“
