Cooking hasn’t always been something I was good at, or even interested in.
As a kid growing up with a single mom, and busy schedules, it was infrequent for us to have a meal around a table together unless a special occasion came about. Christmas, birthdays, family visits, called for connection over sustenance, wholeness, richness, a familial force to be reckoned with.
The older I became, the more I treasured these moments. In college, there wasn’t much to be done. Ramen and frozen pizzas occupied my kitchen more often than not. After that I moved to a small ski town, and worked for a healthcare non-profit, where paying the bills became my number one priority and I relied on the kindness of others to eat. Throughout these times there were brief moments of light, all of which began at a table with the people I loved.
Spreading the wealth
I promised myself that as soon as I could, I would bring that light to others. Bring the wholeness that comes with gathering and laughter, food and fulfillment. And so that is where this blog comes in. I want to have a place to reminisce, I want to have a flesh and blood copy of the way my heart springs to life each time I put my soul on a table for the people I love.
These are the important things in life. These are the things that transform people from strangers to friends to thick as thieves.