Passion

[BattleNymph]

Tonight I was given a ride home from the martial arts studio by Master Olivier who is from France.

He spoke of a new class he's teaching at the studio on nutrition and cooking and his whole face lit up with the passion of his subject. He made sauteing apples sound like the most romantic thing you could think of.

That kind of passion is what drives you foodies I'm thinking.

Who have you met or learned from who helped instill in you that passion?

[Stephane]

I enjoy food (maybe a little too much). I enjoy the gathering. I remember looking at my Nonno cooking and entertaining in his diner. (he had one of those diners where he cook cooked right in front of you (at the front of the place) and he had a dining-room in the back for those who didn't like the hustle/bustle at the front.

I enjoy cooking. I like the somewhat zen feel I get from cooking a familiar meal, chopping away at various things. I enjoy making a new meal and have it come out great for all to have around the table enjoy the fruits of your labor.

So, good memories and creating new ones.

[silverwhisper]

i don't really know...perhaps my mother at least in part, but also mario batali, whose show i watched w/ my grandmother when i was still single and living w/ my parents.

[Parzival]

I like to eat.

Chairman, I move to strike the word "passion", and replace it with the word "hunger".

[BattleNymph]

I like to eat.

Chairman, I move to strike the word "passion", and replace it with the word "hunger".

Well, hunger IS a passion.

[COTSBOE]

In the culture in which I was raised, food is synonymous with family, friends, and company. This is because the best way to keep Italians from arguing is to keep their mouths full...;) I love to be in the company of my family and friends, so it's only logical that I love food. In that sense, I attribute much of my passion for food to my loved ones.

I have wonderful memories of sitting in my Nonna's kitchen playing with toy airplanes while she and my aunts rolled out pasta and sliced fresh vegetables. I think if I had to pinpoint the person who made me appreciate the heart and soul that goes into the preparation of good food, it would have to be her.

[marmalade]

I agree with Stephane's and COTSBOE's sentiments about food and family/fellowship.


This is because the best way to keep Italians from arguing is to keep their mouths full...;)
This isn't sufficient distraction for my mom, and I can't bring myself to scold her for talking with her mouth full at a table full of people.