We all have at least one thing we're fussy about when it comes to cooking and the food we eat. It could be at that we never eat runny egg yolks, or that a certain sponge is only used for the counters and another sponge is only used for the dishes. Maybe we always roast our chicken in a particular way, or we cannot abide mushrooms in any way, shape or form. Perhaps we never cook (really cook) because we can't tolerate a messy kitchen, or we have to pull out our measuring stick every time we dice a carrot. Finicky, fastidious, punctilious. Persnickety. Is this you?
Often our fussiness has its roots in something legitimate, some sense of taking care of ourselves or preventing harm. We're being careful and cautious because we want to feel safe and happy. At the very least our fussiness allows us to avoid a slightly unpleasant experience, such as a taste or texture we find icky, or a certain amount of disorder that is unsettling.
But the true motivator of persnicketiness is fear. Fear of an unpleasant experience, maybe, or the fear that comes when things are unpredictable or out of our control. Or the bigger fear that whatever we are about to do may harm or even kill us. Which is very helpful, if there really is something to watch out for. But is that always the case?
Fears have their place (they can keep us safe) but often we just take them for granted, whether they are helpful or not. We fall into a pattern of accepting that what we are afraid of is actually dangerous and we never question it. And by doing that, we are potentially living a life that is unnecessarily limited.
I think its an interesting and possibly life changing experiment to challenge our inert fussiness once and a while. The first step is to notice when we're having a fear-based reaction or decision. We do this by paying attention to what fear feels like when it arises (occupy the present moment!) and allowing ourselves a choice in that moment. Sometimes we're so bought into our belief that something is bad or unpleasant that we've forgotten that it's possible we could be wrong. We can say 'Ew, I hate coconut' and pass on that amazing looking dessert. Or we can think 'That looks really good, despite the fact that it is covered in coconut. I wonder if maybe I should try a little bite.'
The kitchen is a perfect place to experiment with this, as it is so central to both our capacity for pleasure and our capacity for fear. Take a taste that food that you are convinced you hate or are fearful of (go on, just a tiny bite!) Let your kitchen get completely trashed in the process of making a complicated but deeply satisfying meal. Try a new method, a new cuisine. Leave the ruler in the drawer and put your spices back out of order. Do something you never do because you were convinced you would not like it!
I think you'll be surprised and maybe even delighted by this experiment. Maybe you'll discover a whole new cuisine that you absolutely love or that a little messiness or unevenness or newness won't kill you. Maybe you'll discover that being wound tightly around something is in itself an unpleasant experience, perhaps even more unpleasant than whatever it is you're avoiding.
Of course there are commonsense things we don't do because they are indeed harmful or disruptive, and understanding the difference between that kind of practicality and a fear-based limitation is an important thing to know. Which is what this experiment is all about. Teaching yourself about yourself. Teaching yourself the wisdom and sensitivity (and trust) to make wholesome choices, choices that will help you to fully participate in this brief, bright spark called your precious human life.
Have you ever allowed yourself to break free of your persnickety ways? Was it worth it? What fear is holding you back?
Related: Weekend Meditation: Nourishing the Hungry Ghosts
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Comments (10)
I'm probably the least persnickety person I know when it comes to the kitchen & food. But I do not like anything jellied or gristly. I have tried, tried, tried and I can't get past it. When I was kid my idea of horror was jello with fruit cocktail in it (sorry, but my mom made this as a special Sunday dish!). At least she was sympathetic enough to make me a juice glass of plain jello, which I could just bear by melting it in my mouth before swallowing. I've often wondered where this comes from, it's completely about the textures, not the tastes.
As a new vegetarian, I've been digging to find cuisines that are accommodating. I discovered a few months ago that I love Indian food (despite having decided in college that I HATED it), and this weekend I daringly suggested we get Ethiopian (another cuisine my college-self detested). And? It was delicious! (And healthy-- I felt so good afterwards!)
Growing up in the midwest, where the spiciest thing was a gordita from Taco Bell, I had pretty white bread tastes. It's been scary coming out of my food shell (both for cooking and eating out), but it's been exhilarating, too. I guess I'm pretty controlling of my environment... maybe this is helping me relinquish control a little. (I hope!)
I'm 29 years old and I ate my very first poached egg this weekend! If I didn't think about it, it was delicious. Baby steps... baby steps
Hmmm...interesting points, but I disagree with the premise that having preferences or tastes is akin to being persnickety or finicky or that it's about fear. There is a huge difference between simply not liking runny egg yolks (which I don't; they make me gag) and having to pull out a ruler to dice a carrot or being unable to cook because it causes a mess (which are a bit more indicative of OCD than anything else). I don't really think they can be lumped together like that.
YES. Ironically, the kitchen is probably the one place in my life where I am the most fearless. I beat myself up when I make mistakes in other areas of life and worry a lot, but I hardly ever worry about the kitchen or cooking (think about, feel guilty about not cleaning it, plan for it? Yes.). And I'm always trying new things (except shellfish and goat cheese - I'm allergic) and tweaking recipes and doing things like "I wonder what would happen if I substituted this ingredient for this other one." Some of my favorite dishes have been happy mistakes. And if the meal is mediocre? No different than going out to eat. ;)
I tend to be a bit anal about sponges and such, but for health reasons. As far as food goes, I can be a bit picky but as I age I get a lot better. I can't place all the blame on my mother, but she did cater to my food demands when I was a child and I think that may have contributed to my pickiness. Also, she was very particular about what she would and wouldn't eat (no runny scrambled eggs, things always prepeared a very specific way) and my brothers and I ate exactly like her for a long time. My younger brother still orders food using her exact phrasing and it drives me batty. Like, why don't you try it another way and not the way our mother likes it?! But my mother was very kitchen-oriented and therefore a lot of my habits developed from helping her from a very early age. I learned very early on to "clean as you go" and clean and re-use measuring cups, spoons, etc.-- unlike my husband who uses every.single.dish.and.spoon.in.the.kitchen. argh!
My kitchen's usually messy, and I often estimate quantities. BUT I am enraged by soggy pasta, unintentionally sticky rice (broken grains, ugh!), undersalted pasta, overcooked meat. I suspect these things would annoy most people who cook a lot.
I remember in the olden days that every time I saw a recipe that called for yeast, I just turned the page. And then one day, I decided that I was not going to let yeast be the boss of me. That was the start of many adventures with this living baking buddy. Soon people coveted my Sunday late afernoon soup and homebaked bread supper invites. I said to a friend who is a bread baker that I had not ever baked anything with yeast that didn't turn out well. His response? Luuuuucky! Your post gives "rise" to this memory.
I am so persnickety and stubborn about it but have recently had my own insight to this weekend meditation that has allowed to me to be able to take a breath and step out of the situation most of the time. It's difficult to overcome this little behavioral patterns but it can make such a big difference.
I'm not really finicky (except when it comes to the few foods that I just CAN'T like no matter how hard I try), but I'm definitely a bit of an OCD weirdo in the kitchen. I like things to be done a certain way and it drives me CRAZY when they're not. Slices of veggies in a salad need to look pretty and be as uniform as possible, fried eggs need to have cooked whites and lava-like yolks, pasta waters needs to be perfectly salted, plates need to look pretty if they're being served to guests... It's the kind of stuff that keeps my boyfriend out of the kitchen most of the time, probably out of fear (sorry)!
But that stuff only applies in my own kitchen when I'm cooking for myself. I don't demand it from restaurants or other people's kitchens!