Cooking = Love

I love to cook. I mean I absolutely enjoy doing it. I rarely ever want to get out of cooking a meal. I have to be dead tired. Really. Cooking is like a hobby for me. I like to perfect my recipes. I love to create new recipes.

I think that I missed my calling actually. I think I should have been a chef ... even though there are not a lot of opportunities for an actual chef around here. I keep thinking that I may eventually try to attend a culinary institute or something. Maybe when the kids are grown, I am thinking. I don't know.

I have been told for years that I should open my own restaurant. I kind of suck at the business end of things though. I am not a business woman to say the very least. Tax codes and laws regulating new businesses ... go right over my head. I wish I was married to a business guru. He could handle the business end of the restaurant and I could just cook my little heart out.

I get enjoyment from watching people eating and enjoying my food. I get that from my Daddy's mom. Grandma was a totally awesome cook and I get my cooking skills from her. Feeding you is how she showed you she loved you. You couldn't visit her without eating. It truly hurt her feelings if you wouldn't let her cook for you.

I have noticed in the last couple of years that I am the same way. I love to cook for people. I love it when my nephews come to eat. Everytime I see them I tell them what I am cooking. I hope it will tempt them to come and share a meal with me. I love to see their enjoyment and, of course, the compliments make me happy.

I like cooking good food. I want it to taste great and be comforting. I love cooking big meals and having family over. I can't wait until Thanksgiving! I get to cook a huge meal, have lots of people eat it, and see everyone fulfilled as a result of my offerings.

Of course, showing one's love through cooking can make for a few extra pounds here and there. Especially when one cooks with a southern flare. But, love should be tangible, I think. And, what is more tangible than a love handle? You can always work it off and then enjoy trying to put it back on. :)