Join me in my latest escapist fantasy. In this magical rainbow fairy land, I run off to New York to learn all about yuzu and ramps. I develop mad knife skills. I throw around words like sous vide and molecular gastronomy. I learn to make the perfect dashi.
I am a pretty-good home cook. My repertoire is very limited and I don’t have a lot of technique–but my food makes people really, really happy, and I like to play with flavors and ingredients. I love the farmer’s market in the summer because I can always count on coming home with something I’ve never seen before. Sometimes the results are positive, sometimes not–last year I tried really, really hard to like bitter melon. With no success. In magical rainbow fairy land, of course, they are delightful and I find the perfect recipe to set off their bitterness…hey, maybe if they were sliced very thin and served with mango and sweet creamy coconut rice….mmm, mango. I may have to give bitter melon another try.
But anyway, if I could pick up today and leave my whole life behind, I would learn to cook. Really cook.
I want to know. What’s your (non-fertility-related) escapist fantasy? What would you do if you could do anything?