Cooking your way back home...

Cooking is like looking back in the mirror and discovering your mother is looking at you!

We had our second cooking sessions with the 5th graders yesterday. It was cool, and beginning to spritz when they arrived. Rain was in full swing when they left. I opened the garage for them to leave their shoes in, and their rain gear before coming inside. Good thing I did!

We made minestrone, a rustic apple tart, and crostini with fava and blue cheese.
We used  tomatoes, potatoes, parsley, zucchini, garlic and onions they brought. I added savoy cabbage, carrots, celery, green beans, sage, rosemary, thyme and basil.

I had to be precise in my measurements: something I do not do naturally. I wanted to explain that you can measure with your eyes and your hands, just the way my mother did. I tried. The children and the adults (the teacher, and two of my friends who came to help) wanted clear measurements.

How much of everything?
It doesn't really matter! If you like a certain vegetable, add it in small amounts and see how it changes things.
What does matter?
Taking time to layer the flavors, I responded, doing the sauteing slowly so the onions and the rest of the vegetables you start with, carrots and celery, are slowly caramelized, becoming sweeter, less sharp.

We went to all the steps. I showed them how I had cooked the white beans in advance, with bay leaves and unpeeled garlic cloves. Before I added the beans to the sauteed vegetables I removed the bay leaves and squeezed out the garlic.
Add salt and pepper to taste at this point, I warned.
Why now?
I didn't really know, except that's when Mother did it.
What's to taste?
It has to please your palate. Start with a small amount, taste and adjust. Do the same with herbs. Start with infusing them, tying them in a sachet and suspending them in the liquid. Add fresh herbs at the end, sprinkled over the soup, with a sprinkle of grated cheese.
How much is a sprinkle?

We added more vegetables, and more liquid, chicken stock from a box. I could have told them that Mother never used canned anything, except what she canned or jarred herself. But Mother didn't have our modern conveniences, and she was a  homemaker most days when she wasn't helping Father in the vineyards. She always had a pot of beans boiling in the corner of the big hearth while she moved through chores.

Yes, I'm conjuring up home with every meal I put on the table. And my original home goes back many, many miles, across continents and oceans, and many many years.
This too is what our cooking is about. Retracing our steps and passing down the results of our journeys.