I am a child of the Muppets. I adore Jim Henson’s maniacal creations from Animal to Cookie Monster; the American Eagle to Snuffaluffagus.
But I will always hold a special place in my heart for the most ambitious of cooks, the most creative of cuisine, the finagler of foodstuffs… the one and only, Swedish Chef.
You couldn’t help but get whisked (haha, get it?) away by his unending enthusiasm and optimism for cooking, no matter how feisty his ingredients might be. And while his methods were sometimes unconventional, you could tell that chef-ing filled his days with sunshine and rainbows.
And when cooking something new I inevitably turn into the Swedish Chef.
It goes a little something like this:
When I describe what I am going to cook for dinner:
Mentally psyching myself up before starting:
Then when I turn on the stove and/or oven:
Mixing the first ingredients together… oh it’s going so well!
When the recipe calls for a fancy technique or tool:
When things start to burn, or smell funny, or I totally forget a step/ingredient.
When my finished product looks like a classic Pinterest-Fail:
What presenting a new recipe to others feels like:
How I feel after everyone is somehow happy and full of food!
Herdy Gurdy Gurdy! Børk! Børk! Børk!