Friday, January 30, 2009

Tips for handling chiles

In the kitchen there are several things that a cook can feel threaten by, the obvious  are sharp knifes, boiling water, fire and also natural fire; “chilies” . If you are a self-taught  cook, maybe you learned the hard way about handling chilies. You wanted to do some salsa for your corn chips, or green chili. The recipe asks for dice jalapenos. Therefore you  as fearless as a rookie cook starts washing the chiles and putting them on the cutting board and then pulling the stems off. You cut the chiles jalapenos in half and then longwise and finally you cut them into small dices. When suddenly you notice a burning on the tip of your finger and under the nails. You have been victim of the chile burn.  At this moment DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT touch another part of your body. If you do this, then it will burn as well. At this time the only thing you can do to alleviate the burning is to put some yogurt or milk  and the best of all; time. The most practical thing that you can use to prevent the chile burn is to put some disposable gloves. I personally do not like them, therefore I started asking for another way to prevent the chile burn. My mom told me to rub some oil on my finger tips and hands before I start cutting and handling the chiles. I tried this technique and it worked perfectly. Until now I have handled God know how many chiles and I had never been attacked by the chile burn again. 

Sunday, January 25, 2009

An awakening: I love cooking

About seven years ago, when I was going to college as a freshman to become an electrical engineer, I was convinced entirely that I have to be the feminist stereotype. The stereotype who does not like to cook, clean, be a mom nor be a homemaker. Later, I felt in love with my super special husband David. We became parents of David and Derek, I changed major to be a math teacher and during that time I realize how much I love cooking. I realized that I had liked to cook all the time, but I was denying to be myself  by pretending to be the feminist stereotype so that I could fit in. I have always  loved to cook. My mother used to get me involve in her cooking, making cookies, cheese cakes, and some experiments that later I will write about. When I am cooking I get to concentrate,  be passionate and I get the urge to perfect what I am doing.  Now that I look at it, it is so unnatural that I was denying myself to be me and to do what I love. The key here is to be ourselves, and it seems so easy to say but I really think that it is a goal of a lifetime.