Sometimes when Iím in the kitchen, cooking for my family, I discover Iím singing. This is strange because Iím not necessarily good at carrying a tune, would be humiliated if someone heard me, and hit more bad notes than Iíd like to admit. Yet, there I am, as I stir my spaghetti sauce singing away, without a care in the world. I suppose that is the pointÖ in the kitchen, I donít have a care in the world. Iím at peace. Itís a place that comforts me, challenges me, and allows me the freedom to create my own masterpieces. Bringing good food to the table and watching it being enjoyed by people I love brings me great joy, and Iím thankful it brings those people together, allowing me a chance to visit with them, take care of them, and leave them smiling. For me, itís more than simply cooking. Each meal, each dessert, each mini cupcake is a connection to another person. At times, food is simply a part of the daily routine, yet on others, it is part of a celebration; even comfort during bad days. I truly believe, as Iím preparing something for someone specific, I get to the opportunity to feed their body and their soul, for a brief moment. I guess thatís why Iím singing.

 

Sometimes when Iím in the kitchen, cooking for my family, I discover Iím singing. This is strange because Iím not necessarily good at carrying a tune, would be humiliated if someone heard me, and hit more bad notes than Iíd like to admit. Yet, there I am, as I stir my spaghetti sauce singing away, without a care in the world. I suppose that is the pointÖ in the kitchen, I donít have a care in the world. Iím at peace. Itís a place that comforts me, challenges me, and allows me the freedom to create my own masterpieces. Bringing good food to the table and watching it being enjoyed by people I love brings me great joy, and Iím thankful it brings those people together, allowing me a chance to visit with them, take care of them, and leave them smiling. For me, itís more than simply cooking. Each meal, each dessert, each mini cupcake is a connection to another person. At times, food is simply a part of the daily routine, yet on others, it is part of a celebration; even comfort during bad days. I truly believe, as Iím preparing something for someone specific, I get to the opportunity to feed their body and their soul, for a brief moment. I guess thatís why Iím singing.