My kitchen (and that is any kitchen I have ever occupied, really) has never been home to fancy equipment or expensive tools – I mostly use wooden spoons, a whisk and the same old knives which I can never manage to keep sharp (in fact, I have never really tried). My electric hand mixer is more of a hand-me-down mixer from my grandma’s (1950s) kitchen. It has three settings, all of which make the whisks spin at exactly the same speed.
Despite its rather humble facilities, my kitchen has been home to some damn good cooking over the last few years. This is due to the more (and most) important tools for cooking: resourcefulness, vigor, conviction and love. Those I always have in stock and ready at hand. I feel that truly good cooking is being able to appreciate the best and freshest products and to come up with the perfect way of preparing them, but even more (and ultimately): being able to throw a dinnerparty for your friends with only a seemingly empty fridge and a handful of bits and pieces at your disposal. That is what I do. And that is what I want to share with you on here.
Now this may seem like bragging to you. And if it does: you are absolutely right. And so am I in doing it. And so should you feel doing it. Good cooking to me is a matter of both humbleness and ostentation. It doesn’t (and shouldn’t) take the most expensive or luxurious ingredients or appliances, but if you are able to make something great from what you have at hand – why not be proud of it? I cook well. And I will talk about it.