There is something wonderful about making food. Since I was a small child I have been in the kitchen cooking. I’ am very glad to have had a stay at home mom who did not pull our food out of the freezer but actually cooked each and every meal for us until we were old enough to help out.
My favorite meal growing up was brought-worst, fried potatoes and green beans (my family is part German). One of the very first things I learned to cook was mac and cheese. To this day that’s what I crave when I looking for comfort food.
Since I became mostly vegetarian in 2006 I have had a radical departure in the wayI cook. A lot of the things I enjoyed when I was younger are now things that I modify or just don’t eat any more and my eyes have been opened to the world of ethnic food. There is so much wonderful food that I never knew about. Before meeting my husband I had never eaten eggplant or asparagus or most root vegetables.
Now I love to go to the produce section and pick up something I’ve never seen before and bring it home to figure out what to do with it. The last one was a rutabaga, I made it into a pie. I used beets to make brownies (you can see that I’m the sweet tooth in the family). It is fun and interesting to try new things. Some experiments go wrong but the vast majority are good to great.
So why am I rambling on about cooking. I have this memory of my mom, my sister and I learning to make sugar cookies. I remember my mother crying and I asked her why. She told me that when she makes cooks she remembers all the years she did the same thing with her mom before she passed and that it made her happy but it also made her sad.
I think about that now that I’m married. It is astounding how the little moments of our lives remain: cooking, singing a song, laughing, reading a bed time story. I have to remind myself to stop and watch these moments shine, for it truly is moments like this that make life is more than worth living.