Tag: Old El Paso

From 2016-2017, Old El Paso challenged me to write a six-post series on something that’d take me out of my comfort zone—back into the kitchen, somewhere I hadn’t felt comfortable in ever since working for my dad back when he owned a Rôtisserie St-Hubert.


It’s not that I can’t cook—I can follow instructions and make something that the family will eat with the best of parents—it’s just that it requires a singular focus that I rather use to do multiple things at the same time.


Write. Sketch. Listen to music as I knock ideas out of the park. With my mind so used to being overstimulated at any time, cooking is a realm that demands one slow down and pay attention, and I’m not sure that I like it.


All things considered, though there’s something to be said for the satisfaction of eating something delicious and knowing you created it with your own two hands.