There comes a point in every serious home cook’s life when they entertain a dangerous thought: “Maybe I should write a cookbook.”
It’s a bold idea, considering there are already thousands of cookbooks lining bookstore shelves, millions of recipes floating around the internet, and approximately fourteen billion people posting videos explaining the “one secret ingredient” that will supposedly change your life.
The culinary world isn’t exactly waiting for another voice. Professional chefs have perfected the classics. Food scientists have explained the chemistry. Grandmothers have been quietly making everything better for generations.
And social media has made sure that, by now, every edible substance known to mankind has been stuffed, wrapped, smoked, air-fried, deep-fried, reverse-seared, infused, fermented, or placed on avocado toast.
So naturally, I thought I’d contribute. Not because I think I’ve discovered the secret to cooking. Not because I’m secretly auditioning for a television show.
And certainly not because the world was clamoring for the opinions of one more guy who occasionally looks into the refrigerator and says, “Well… this ought to work.”
No.
My reason was much simpler than that.
I cook.
A lot.
Enough that, at one point, I created an alter ego. I called him Mr. Hungry.
Mr. Hungry had one job: post my culinary experiments to social media and make everyone else’s dinner seem disappointing. He was remarkably good at it. People got hungry. Some got annoyed. Mostly because Mr. Hungry had a strict policy against sharing either the food… or the recipes.
He also had this weird aversion to appearing as anything other than his name, but that’s between him and his therapist.
Naturally, I started thinking, “I should write a cookbook.”
A Recipe book.
A Cookbook.
A food thing with pages.
I contemplated it thoroughly. By “thoroughly,” I mean I thought about it for several minutes… spread out over a few years.
Then… nothing.
Mr. Hungry quietly disappeared from the public eye. Officially, he “went into hiding.” There were vague statements about concerns for his safety, witness protection, irreconcilable creative differences with garlic, and a few sealed court documents.
We don’t ask questions.
Oh, I still throw down in the kitchen. I can hang with the best of them. I’ve even been known to reverse-engineer a dish or two.
Every now and then I wonder if I should’ve written all those recipes down. Or maybe unleashed Mr. Hungry on social media with little cooking videos before everyone and their dog became a food influencer.
I always figured I didn’t have the presence for that sort of thing. You know… the personality that makes people watch someone spend ninety seconds explaining why they’re adding paprika.
The internet is already overflowing with people who cook professionally, beautifully, and photogenically. Casually inserting Mr. Hungry into that absurdly crowded room always seemed a little laughable to me.
But then I remember something.
I wasn’t really cooking to become the next celebrity chef. I was cooking because I genuinely enjoy creating something that makes people smile—even if all they got was a picture and a growling stomach.
Mostly, though, I cooked because… well… we were hungry.
Turns out that’s still a daily thing.
Maybe Mr. Hungry isn’t gone.
Maybe, just maybe, he wants to put together that cookbook thing after all. I suppose I should have my people call his people and see if we can work something out.
Or maybe I just need to head into the kitchen, throw something into a hot pan with a little oil, and see if the smell of browning garlic and onions is enough to coax him out of hiding.
After all, that’s where he always seemed to show up.
Disclaimer: Before anyone gets any ideas, there are no agreements in place, no deals have been brokered, and no contracts have been signed. At this time, the food remains allocated for the survival and continued satisfaction of the carbon-based bipeds residing in my home.
Mr. Hungry’s representatives have declined to comment.
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