My first memory of food as a plaything was pressing the
tines of a fork down the sides of a cucumber and then slicing the cucumber into
rounds. I was probably about six years
old when my mother showed me how to do this, and I was enchanted. Maybe that was both the beginning and the end
of my trying to impress people with the food I prepared.
Yes, the cucumber slices looked cool, and so did the
subsequent radishes that I carved into roses and then soaked in cold water for
a while so they would open. The bigger
lesson was that despite the way these vegetables now looked, they tasted
exactly the same as the plain ones.
Would I grow up to be a people pleaser? Probably.
But...