As I shuffle through decades of recipes from family and friends today, I keep seeing treasured faces in my mind and hearing snippets of conversation in my head. No, I don’t think I’m crazy (well, that kind of crazy, anyway). I think I’m re-living part of the legacy that has been left to me.
I know the experts say we should not love on one another with food. I haven’t followed that rule very well. I almost cannot help but feed people out of love. Every time I make a meal that I don’t want to make or go to the grocery when I don’t want to go, it is out of love. Every time I opt out of the easy in favor of the healthy and every time I make sure that green vegetables have been consumed in adequate amounts, I do so out of love. I want to provide good food for my family. I think it’s inherent in my nature.
Then, there’s this thing with wanting to make what my family wants to eat. I have a list inside one of my cabinet doors of my kids’ favorite meals. When one of them needs a little extra encouragement or an especially special pat on the back, I sometimes prepare a meal that caters to their specific preferences. Yes, I understand that this is rewarding my children with food. No, I can’t say that I think this is not in their best interests. How can waffles, bacon and eggs be wrong?
Don’t answer that.
As I prepare my first actual cookbook for publication, I look forward to re-living the memories that come with the recipes. I have been blessed to cross paths with a good many capable cooks, and I am excited to share some of the recipes they have shared with me.