I hate cooking but it warms my heart to see the people I love eating well, so creatively laboring in the kitchen I must.
It helps that my fourteen-year-old son, like my mother, loves pasta—one of the greatest foods ever created!
It further helps that I have a colossal collection of eclectic and soulfully haunting music that I can listen to while preparing the ingredients, cooking, and serving up my son's favorite dishes—from Genroku's Pork and Tofu in Spicy Basil Sauce and Basil Periwinkles, Noodle Avenue's Khao Soi and Chicken Udon, Sichuanese Cuisine's Spicy, Crunchy Fish and Bitter Melon with Black Bean Sauce, to Olive Garden's Steak Gorgonzola Fettuccine and Linguine with Meat Sauce, among others.
My current auditory obsession is with South Korean funk and hip hop music that I can pop and lock my body to—after finding my current playlist having been seized by my fourteen-year-old and am too busy to assemble yet another one. ... discovered some really fantastic songs that help me learn and master Hangul and Korean vocabularies in my quest to speak, understand, read and write Korean, so that is what is happily drilling in my head while I am on kitchen duty.
Anyhow, the aromas from cooking or baking also warm my soul, as does the process of making that nourishing food. It feels good to hear my son's sigh expressing his relief at not having to dress up to go out for his culinary crushes.
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