thecounterintuitivekitchen

This is not a how-to.

When I enter a kitchen, my ability to behave logically disappears, along with all my confidence. Under time pressure, my mind wanders. It wanders away from the tasks at hand, and when I try to refocus, I get into the kind of circular thinking and second-guessing that leads to, at best, bland deliveries of mildly nutritious food and, at worst, plates of hot garbage.  “Plate of hot garbage” is how a friend once described a heap of industrial Chinese food he ate in Tennessee, and at the moment he said those words, my entire being rang with a pure chime of recognition, because he gave a name to the products of my cooking style.

“Counterintuitive” is the most positive way I can describe that cooking style. Counterintuitive is defined as “contrary to intuition or to common-sense expectation (but often nevertheless true)” or “contrary to what one would intuitively expect.”

This blog tackles some of the stuff I have made/served/composted/hidden under shrubbery.