Lillian teaches cooking classes once a month on Monday nights. She has a rather eclectic group of 8 students. Not all of the students have come to learn how to cook; some have a gift certificate to use up, some are actually looking for a cook rather than learning to be one, some come with a desire to truly learn from the culinary expert, while others actually dream about becoming chefs and giving up their current jobs.
Lillian knew no matter their reason for coming, each one of them, at some point would open their eyes “…with joy or tears or resolution – it always happened.” The timing and reason would be different for each, and that’s where the fascination lay. “No two spices work the same.”
Cooking is Lillian’s life and she felt about her “zester” the same way women do about a pair of spiky red shoes! However, I don’t want to tell you “how” Lillian learned to cook because that is an important part of the story and one you will be able to relate too if you’re any kind of foodie!
I loved this story! It was like a savoury meal shared with friends. The aroma and flavours of the food matched the conversation and the moods of those participating in the experience. The pungent aroma of spices almost had a hypnotic effect on the chef’s preparing the food as they reminisced about times past, current, and future and culminated into a joyous meal we could all enjoy!