I’ve recently developed a crush on Gordon Ramsay. It’s the accent. Or the expletives in a posh accent. Most definitely my crush involves this man’s lava hot passion for food. The way he demands the best of himself and can pull it out in others. The fact that he is so intentional in everything he puts together and the divine pleasure he takes in eating good food. He inspires me to run off to culinary school and wander the streets of Paris sampling cheese and swear with great vigor while snacking on fresh baked crusty bread with warm steamy middles layered with thinly sliced roast beef.
I don’t know that roast beef is really a French thing. I’m just really hungry.
To the untrained eye it may appear that I stay up till the wee hours swept away by a Gordon Ramsey lovefest on Netflix. Don’t be fooled. I’ve been absorbing a reminder about 2 important things. Not new things. But definitely things I’ve lost sight of as I’ve been ricocheting off one corner of my life into the other.
Take the time to measure, mix and sift. Take the time to soak up texture, taste and smell. Not because you have a scientific brain but because the details in the creation puts the beauty in the presentation. Mr. Ramsay eloquently refers to this zen plane as “giving a shite”. Take care when you do the things you love because these things matter. Caring is the fingerprint of your heart.
2.KEEP IT SIMPLE:
Oh, how we love to complicate things. We choose the recipe with 10 different rare spices. We ship in the organic pork loin from a commune in Oregon. We mix them together and add a bit more of this and a bit more of that and our tastebuds feel schizophrenic cause there’s too much happening at once. All we needed in the first place was that simple pork chop from our farmer’s market, fresh basil and a few ripe tomatoes.
Mr. Ramsay says “the flavor holds the memory”. I remember the sweet crush of basil, the squirt of a cherry tomato and the bite of tender, grilled pork chop. And that’s connected to the memory of a night. How we ate off the Goodwill plates off of our laps in the backyard because the inside of the house was too damn hot.
One of our 5 senses latches on to every moment, writing a cerebral Post It note. We have to remember to dig out the distractions from around those we love the most. Or we lose a memory in all the static.
And they say TV is bad for your brain.