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Apr. 26th, 2004 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heiligekuhThere was a lot of Iron Chef America on this weekend, so I've been thinking about food. Alone for a week, with the grill back where it belongs, I should be indulging every culinary itch that comes my way. I can cook from the moment I get home till who the fuck cares, eat, and clean with loud music until it's done. I have a budget. I even know where to find a good Indian or Asian grocer now. But instead I sliced up my drying eggplant, peppers and zukes, threw them on the grill with a tiny rub and then sliced them into a rough salad with the left over steak from Sunday. One dish. Two Tb of spices, all told. Simple, chunky and really satisfying.
Much like the concept of pursuing a Masters or PhD in Math, the idea of cooking the elaborate freakshow that Iron Chef displays is so far from what I enjoy about the discipline. I enjoy the process, the transformation moments. But the vocabulary that I hold in my head is so limited for both. And, it often seems that once you're past a certain threshold in either, I enjoy the process regardless of the output.
Much like the concept of pursuing a Masters or PhD in Math, the idea of cooking the elaborate freakshow that Iron Chef displays is so far from what I enjoy about the discipline. I enjoy the process, the transformation moments. But the vocabulary that I hold in my head is so limited for both. And, it often seems that once you're past a certain threshold in either, I enjoy the process regardless of the output.
