The kitchen is my sacred space. I haven’t been to church in a month of Sundays, and if you ask me to reciteall Ten Commandments, in their correct order, off the top of my head, you’ll probably hear crickets after “Thou shall not kill”. I can however, tell you what the five mother sauces are, without blinking. I am seriously considering bringing profiteroles with me to the pearly gates on judgment day, just in case….
There is definitely a peace that passes the understanding of many, when a cook is in their natural habitat. My kitchen serves as my temple, my mad scientist’s lab and my art studio. Depending on the day and what creativity it inspires, my kitchen may feel more like one, than the others. It’s always interesting to wake up and find out the verdict.
It is my joy to learn new recipes and try them out on anxious palates. Sharing the recipe and the experience is part of what makes the art of cooking so beautiful. The process of trial and error is more than worth it, once you’ve gotten it right. It is my passion to create recipes of my own. Sometimes I share my recipes. Other times, I come up with such a gem, that I keep it for my vault; the files from which I hope to write a cookbook some day. While I enjoy making these dishes for others, they become part of my signature, and I feel compelled to protect them. To understand the ways of artists is to love them.
My most recent creation came about in an attempt to try a different chicken dish. Peri Peri (or Piri Piri) Chicken is a recipe that stems from African and Portuguese roots. When I looked up the recipe, I did so with the intent to make it for a Sunday dinner with family. Reading the recipe alone shows off its robust and spicy flavors. Peri peri chicken is not for the faint of heart. The base of this dish is the bird’s eye (also referred to as African devil) chili. Keeping in mind that I wasn’t just cooking for myself, as I looked the recipe over, I began scaling back the amount of chilies and spices to make a milder version of the dish. I started reducing here and replacing there. Soon a new recipe was taking shape right beneath my fingertips. Intuitively, I felt my way through flavor combinations that strayed from the beaten path.
The delicious end result was a happy accident I call Pineapple Basil Chicken. Still semi spicy, it was mild enough to avoid any gastrointestinal disasters visited upon unsuspecting diners. So, how did I arrive at something so far from my original destination? One thing is key; I cook with no fear. I trust my palate. There are few steadfast rules when it comes to cooking. Unlike baking, which is more exact, cooking gives you a far broader canvas. Enjoy the sweeps of the brush. Go with it and for it. Detours make for wonderful exploratory adventures. Sometimes it’s more fun when you leave the map at home. Revel in the journey.
I will find my way back to Peri Peri Chicken on some other occasion, but that is a voyage for another day.
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