I have to admit I do not enjoy recipes. I do not write them or look for recipes, unless for pastries. Why don’t I like recipes? Simply put, because living life is freedom.
Life is free. It does not come with a set of rules to follow. A recipe is meant to be a guide, to be used as a tool or a direction for what you are looking to create. I enjoy thinking differently, freely – not that I am different from other cooks, chef or people. No, I just enjoy thinking differently. Turning something upside down to see it from a different angle, or with a different taste.
There are too many fucking recipes; some that work, others that do not. Have you ever experienced the frustration of trying a recipe that didn’t work? What about the thrill of discovering something delicious without a recipe? For my part, I have experienced more joy with the latter.
Desserts, on the other hand, need recipes like the desert needs water. Desserts are delicate like a flower and will wilt if not handled with care and attention. It begs you to pray, no matter what your religion is: Please God, Allah, Krishna, Buddha make sure the soufflé rises.
Cooking is a bit more like living “in action”. Make a mistake? Then, fix it as you go along – don’t ponder, don’t question what was, or what if. Just move forward. A little bit of lemon, maybe fresh squeezed orange juice, and a touch of cilantro. There you go! Dinner is served.
What is there to know? Your daily living is a recipe that cannot be duplicated. It is constantly changing. And just when you thought you have found the recipe for Truth, the recipe no longer works.