Back in junior high
we had cooking classes. With the benefit of hindsight I now know what was all
that about. Those classes were not primarily taught for the student to fix
himself something when hungry, but to develop discipline and to learn how to
follow orders. Some, or maybe the greater part of us, want to go our own way
and particularly at that age. Following a cooking recipe demands, not only
attention, but the suspension of one's own wants and idiosyncrasies. The recipe
is tried and true, has clear concepts and a step by step process. If one just
follows the steps as given, the results are there anyone to see and taste.
Immediate feedback, cause and effect and consistent results are the name of the
game. By just trying, mavericks can see the results of their actions, and begin
to adapt themselves to circumstances that demand, as said, discipline.
Emeril and star
chefs can get away with adding extra salt, garlic, or whatever (Bam!), because
they already have mastery on their craft and know the limits of the elements
they working with. Mastery comes from
discipline and only then one is allowed to push the bounds of the art.
There's also the
part of shared experience. Much like in sports there's a meeting of minds in
cooking. Having watched played in team sports or at least watched, one can make
one's point across or get by having actually gotten one's hands into the thick mess of things.