Since August of 2013 I’ve been cooking for a family of four just few miles around the corner. Every Monday morning I dodge their sprinkler system, arms and hands carefully balanced and loaded down with groceries and equipment (because I never want to make two trips from the car to the kitchen). Most mornings I refresh my memory on their correct alarm code BEFORE I’m standing in front of the beeping box freaking out that the alarm is going to engage (I have too many alarm codes floating around in the cluttered “code section” of my memory). I quickly make my way to the kitchen, unload everything and get started preparing their five meals for the week.
My weekly clients rarely get a repeated meal, not only because I’m trying to keep dinners new and exciting each week, but also because I don’t follow recipes exactly as written and I don’t record my own creations in writing. Clients I’ve cooked for repeatedly (especially my “Monday morning family”) know this about me and if they’ve really enjoyed a meal and might want it again, they send me a note immediately and ask me to write down the ingredients I used so I can attempt to duplicate the results in the future. Last night I received this text: