The Write to Cook: Before the Kitchen Calls

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

A Short Narrative

Life cannot be as it was before. Nothing could be as it was before: friendships, money, love, or dishware. My husband says the cooking channels are to me what porn is to some men. I don’t know how true that claim is, but when I watch television, I turn to the cooking channels. I figure it’s not too bad for our two-year-old son. He learns new words such as avocado and Asiago cheese. I learn things I never knew growing up like how to take out the avocado seed or what to look for when I shop for lamb, beef, chicken, or duck. I listen and read information so I know what to look for.

I am not the next girl on Iron Chef, Hell’s Kitchen, or one of the other reality cook shows—the ones I never watch. I am the girl who finds the stories of friends, strangers, and my family in the kitchen; in the food. Those who know my family would say, “How is that? Your family never—or can’t—cook.”

I grew up in a house where Mom never cooked, and Dad threw steaks on the grill. He served them with fluffy rice out of the box, potatoes, and bread. Women envied Dad because he remained skinny while he filled his belly with starch. What choice did he have? He spoiled Mom, my brother, and I. We were all picky in different ways. Thomas, my brother, preferred the starch buffet.

In eighth grade and through my sophomore year in college food was my number one enemy. I had a low self-esteem, and believed throughout high school absolutely no boy liked me. I was tall, socially awkward because of how little I understood about the world, and I thought I was fat. Girls mentioned their weight, especially if it was below 110 lbs. I was a tall, tall girl. I did not understand healthy body weight for my height.

Food and I went to war. I starved myself or threw up what I ate. It was a combination. A former friend liked to tell people I did it for attention, yet the monster grew behind closed doors. It became bigger than the shadows on the wall. I wanted to defeat it, but I didn’t know how. I wanted to shut that girl’s mouth up and show her, but how could I? Friends and family who knew me well understood I suffered from an ongoing problem. No one figured out how to fight the monster.

I took one step at a time. Chains of friendship broke, and I determined from that point no one had the right say who or what I was. No one could mold lies. At the same time, no one could defeat the beast inside me. I needed to find the right weapons.

What does cooking and dishware have to do with this?

Everything.

I never cared about the difference between a skillet and a sauce pot. What use was a 13 by 9 casserole dish? Time, passion for the written word, love of family, and chefs, like Giada, would teach me to turn my battle into a talent and gift.

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8 thoughts on “The Write to Cook: Before the Kitchen Calls

  1. Vikki (The View Outside) July 2, 2012 at 7:58 AM Reply

    I LOVE watching cookery shows so I’m with you on that one :)

    Xx

    • rtd14 July 2, 2012 at 5:06 PM Reply

      I am addicted to cooking shows. I cannot explain it. I love learning new things about styles of cooking, different foods, and other things I never learned growing up. Italian is my favorite!

  2. Megan Oteri (@memomuse1) July 2, 2012 at 4:39 PM Reply

    Great post. It is sad how our society portrays women in fashion and beauty magazines. True beauty is how a woman or person feels inside. I love Maya Angelou’s poem “Phenomenal Woman” because of her message. I was lucky enough to hear her read it when she came to my college to do a reading. Unfortunately I knew many young women in college who struggled With eating disorders. I love love Dove is doing in their beauty campaigns. Thanks for such a personal post. Very well written.

    • rtd14 July 2, 2012 at 5:08 PM Reply

      Thanks for your comment, Megan. I remember Phenomenal Woman. I’ve heard it read aloud so many times as it’s meant to be, but it is true. I know the Dove commericals, too, and I thought the same thing. I also think everyone needs to leave Paula Deen. Thank you!

  3. Elliot July 2, 2012 at 4:58 PM Reply

    Well you found a good way round it, and it sounds like an appreciation of it too. I was short at school and could eat anything and put next to no weight on (if only I could do that now). I had to befriend the school bully, so people would leave me alone, or treat me “normally”.

    I would love to learn to cook well, but I have little time for all the other things I enjoy.

    • rtd14 July 2, 2012 at 5:11 PM Reply

      Thank you, Elliot. I have a larger appreciate for cooking because of how I grew up and what I went through. I am so grateful for the instinct and ability to cook. I’ve been thinking lately about writing more about it, maybe a series of short narratives. I remember thinking funny things in high school like, “Who made these chicken fingers? They don’t taste like chicken fingers.”

      I always envied boys like that. It seemed boys could eat whatever they wanted in high school and never gained weight. That was street smart to make friends with the school bully.

      Cooking does take time. It is something that has developed and blossomed over the years. I have thought about trying professionally, but a short stint in the food industry last year showed me it is not. I want to take some cooking classes though.

      Sorry for the long reply. I could go on about food.

      • Elliot July 2, 2012 at 7:16 PM

        My Wife’s sister is into her cooking as well. My wife isn’t so she calls her when she needs advice on that front. My wife is good at gardening, so she returns the favour when her sister calls her for garden advice.

        I think if we had time to properly sort out our back garden we would make part of it a vegetable garden, and grow some fresh veg.

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