All right. I admit the title is a little bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. Lindsay considers the kitchen mainly as a place where you eat, but nothing else. The few times I have left her for more than a day, I have worried about her ability to survive on a diet of only Cheerios. One time I even made her a pan of baked ziti to heat up for her dinner. But when I came back to find most of the ziti still there, I realized that I had married a woman of the 21st century, not one from my grandmothers’ generation.
But it works out. I love to cook almost as much as I love to eat, and Lindsay loves to eat almost more than she loves to breathe so we make a good team. Until I ate dinner at my buddy and amateur gourmet chef Josh Weeks’ house I thought I stood a pretty good chance at winning a 30-under amateur cooking contest. You see, instead of actually helping, Lindsay boosts your morale and ego with sentences like, “You are doing such a good job” and “Ummumm that smells good!”
I admit, I don’t get Lindsay flowers very often, but I know that food serves its purpose much better. Put some good food in front of her and you have won her over for about 48 hours. It is the quickest way to her heart, and Thai food is the most direct route.
Naturally, she suggested that we take a Thai cooking course today in Chiang Mai. It was a 6-hour course that, to me, seemed too long before we signed up. I felt like that was plenty of time for Lindsay to fall asleep, refuse to cook or singe her eyebrows. Trust me, she has done at least 2 out of the 3 in a much shorter amount of time. But she insisted and I didn’t put up much of a fight. Our instructor, Perm, picked us up from our hotel, took us to a local market to explain what we would be using and then to his home where he has built a large kitchen where most of us have decks. We cooked most of the big Thai staples. Green curry, Pandeng curry, sweetened sticky rice with mango (Lindsay’s favorite), coconut soup and spring rolls.
Lindsay did great after a slow start. It seems that using a knife and judging when something was burnt proved too difficult for her at first. “You are a master chef,” Perm told Lindsay while she made green curry, “You make two curries at once: green and black.” (For example, please see video in picture gallery and tilt your head)
But hold on one second dear reader, she soon rebounded. By the end of class Perm told everyone that Lindsay would be cooking Green curry at his restaurant tonight because it was so beautiful. He really did seem genuinely impressed with the same girl that would much rather wash the dishes after dinner than cook it. I was too.
The class was great. Perm showed us how to make some excellent dishes and we got to eat Thai food all day. I even came to see Perm as somewhat of a Buddha that could perform miracles. Not only could he do some fantastic things with food, but he even got Lindsay excited about cooking.