Food and cooking excite me. But not alone. Nothing beats the satisfaction of preparing a good meal and sharing it with friends and family. First and foremost, Cooking with Marty strives to be an extension of those feelings.
I’ve been cooking, more or less, since I was about 12. Somehow, I managed to become the family grillmaster. Then, slowly, I began to realize that the people in my family could cook, really cook. So I started paying more attention. My mother can make a custard pie without a recipe. Same goes for the holiday dressing. And vegetable soup, and chicken and dumplings, and on and on. The family still talk in reverent tones about my grandparents’ cooking Brunswick Stew in a cast iron stew pot over an open flame in the back yard—decades before I was even born.
I started buying cookbooks. I started reading on the Internet and elsewhere and realized that precious few of the food and cooking blogs are written by men. Cooking with Marty is about that, too. About the way a guy thinks about cooking. About getting the best ingredients, about having the right tools and knowing how to use them, about pushing myself to try new things, about taking three days to prepare a dessert because that’s the right way to do it.
A friend of mine recently told me that she’d only just realized that a meal could be a special event. Well, it can be, it should be, and I’m hoping to share that feeling, that experience, with as many people as I can.
So come on in and pull a chair up to the table. Make yourself at home.