Day 94 of 100

“I can make the hell out of a French omelette”

In late 2017 I was pretty depressed. Life wasn’t going well. I was stressed at work, my health wasn’t great, and mentally, well, I was far away from healthy.

I started contemplating ways to break out of the depression. It was more than just being sad; I was clinically depressed. And when I get depressed the suicidal ideation increases.

Opening up Facebook, I posted that I was looking to buy a chef’s knife. I don’t think at the time I wanted to use it to kill myself, but I also wasn’t thinking about not.

I bought a few knives and for some reason I decided I wanted to learn to cook. I was devouring Gordon Ramsey television shows, and I really wanted to make a French omelette. Apparently, it is difficult to do properly. Turns out that is true.

So I started making French omelettes. I made like ten the first day, and then started to make one a day. And then again the next day. In fact, I made a French omelette every day for a year.

It lit something in me, and I fell in love with cooking. I started to learn how to cook various dishes. Always a gadget lover, I started to buy all kinds of kitchen gadgets. I asked people to suggest things and learned how to make it.

And slowly, my depression lifted.

Over the years I have found that cooking really helps when the days are dark. And as my mood has stabilized, I have found myself cooking less and less.

Recently I was reminded of how much I enjoyed cooking, and it’s gotten me excited again.

I even made a French omelette for breakfast.