That’s what she said
Early childhood brings about memories of candy corn, mint jelly, and cola - all of which I will not touch to this day. Food was not abundant in those beginning years; my brothers and I often received scraps, ate from what decent things we could scrounge, and so on. Food was not a thing of love, but of pain and punishment.
When I was eight years old, we got new parents and it was a different life. Our mom cooked with so much love, effort, and dedication that nourished our bodies and spirits alike. I started cooking and baking alongside her, watching as she made little snack plates for my dad upon him getting home from work. Those little touches of thoughtfulness and love really affected me. She often cooked with whatever was on-hand and that is most often what I do to this day - making up things as I go and growing in my own creativity. Now she calls me for advice - every daughter’s dream, am I right?!
They say there are five love languages. My second strongest one is acts of service and I often show my love for others with the food I make. I can already attest to the impact of food with my own kids in the way they have experienced life with me in the kitchen…a message from one saying “Mom, I wish I could have your bruschetta right now” or “Oh man, I wish you had brought me something you made and not take-out” when picking another up late from the airport. We are creating lasting memories with food.
So I encourage you to use what you have and allow your creativity to come forward in sharing your love with those you care about. They won't all be winners (I will always admit my blunders), but you will find you grow in your ability to use what you have on-hand to make better meals each time. And those who are blessed to be part of your circle, will be grateful and know they're loved long after that meal is gone.
—Kate
My Approach
Join me for some cooking and eating; join me at the table.