Without a piano I don’t know how to stand, don’t know what to do with my hands.
– Norah Jones.
I started playing the piano when I was very young. I didn’t always go to piano classes because we moved to different countries quite a bit so I didn’t always have a teacher. Then when I began university, I stopped altogether because the conditions I had to play were “scary” – but that is another story that I’ll save for another day.
About seven years ago, I was down, like something was missing in my life. Mr. H. suggested that I should get a cheap piano (if there is such thing) and restart. We bought a cheap piano and I contacted my friend, now my piano teacher and, above all, one of my best friends ever. He convinced me to give him and his grand piano a visit.
So there I went. I was terrified that I would look at the notes and not remember anything, that I would have forgotten all the theory and that my fingers would not remember what to do. After some persuasion, I sat at the beautiful grand piano, completely unsure of myself.
He put a simple score sheet in front of me and said: can you play this? I nervously put both hands on the keys, my right foot on the pedal,… and played it! Wow!
He made me play more pieces that were progressively more difficult, until it got to the point that my fingers couldn’t freely do it anymore. That was the point where he knew that we could retake it from there. It was a genius way of making me realise that yes, I do remember how to play, and especially to figure out the level where I was at. We restarted my classes with some Satie and Bach. Even though I adore listening to both, it soon became apparent that my thing was sad Chopin music.
I have crowned my piano teacher as the best piano teacher in the world. Remember that I have had various teachers from various countries, and I am grateful to each and every one of them for transmitting their knowledge and legacy to me. But for me he is the best, because he really listens to what I do and watches how I do it, to make me improve in my own personal way.
Just as with Norah Jones’ quote above, now I cannot imagine living my life without playing the piano. Even though it is just a hobby and don’t make a living out of it, it’s has a huge part in defining who I am. So I send a thank you to my piano teacher for his guidance. And another one to Mr. H. who always gets a tad jealous about this and says hey, it was his idea for me to restart in the first place. It’s true, thanks to Mr. H. too.
The pork loin with honey and mustard recipe for today was actually also taught to me by my piano teacher himself. I made a lazy adaption to his recipe in a way that I get to wash less utensils afterwards. Hey, it’s just being practical, right? I also added a few chili flakes because I’m in the middle of a chili flake obsession at the moment.
600 pork loin, 2 teaspoons mustard, 2 teaspoons honey, 2 teaspoons olive oil, salt, black pepper, chili flakes.
Preheat the oven to 180°C. Put the pork loin on a baking tray and into the oven. Put all the other ingredients in a bowl and stir. After about 20 minutes, remove the pork loin from the oven, flip it over to the other side and spread the honey and mustard mixture on top. Roast for another 15 – 20 minutes.
Thank you for reading!