First of all, this post is not a recipe. Sorry. I have a couple
great summer posts coming your way (I promise!), but this is not one of them.
Secondly, the subject of this post is
obvious. As you read it, you will probably think to yourself...duh
Katie..everyone already knows this. But, I had a moment today, so I am going to
write about it.
So, here it is. This blog is about love
and food. Not mushy, romantic love (though that also applies)...just pure,
true, common, day-to-day love.
Maybe I should back it up. Here's what
happened. Today, one of my cousins asked me for a recipe. He wanted something
simple that he could cook for his family, so I began to search through the
recipes that I have pictures of on my phone. (Pictures of recipes? Yes. I write
my recipes on cards and then end up photographing them...yes, I know it's
counterintuitive...yes, I know there are much more efficient ways of doing
these sorts of things. This is just what I do.) Anyway, as I searched back
through the years on my phone, a certain picture caught my eye. It's a picture
of my aunt and cousin grating cheese. And out of nowhere, it just hit me in the
gut (in a good way)...the laughter, the love, the craziness reflected on their
faces. As I looked at it, I thought back to the day it was taken. My whole
family was gathered because my grandfather had passed away; it was by no means
an easy, carefree day, but there in the commune of family...there on their
faces it was. Pure, true love and happiness. Even on such a hard day, among
family and food, joy was still present.
I kept scrolling, and I found so many more pictures. So many
pictures of people I love and (of course) food, and it made me think about how
much of my cooking is driven purely by that love. There are logs in my head
dedicated to the people I love. If someone close to me asks for dinner, I
already know what I'm cooking because I already know what their favorite thing
is and have bookmarked many recipes under their name. If someone I love needs a recipe, I will find it, or create it if I have to. My best recipes have been
created because I was trying to make something using a loved ones favorite
ingredients.
Like I said, none of this is news. Obviously, we all know that
there is a lot of sentiment and emotion tied to our food. Recipes are passed
down through generations. Some of my earliest memories are cooking with my grandmother and my father, and I now do the same with the children in my life. When someone is sick or dies, or (on a lighter note)
comes home with a new baby, food is the first thing we bring. But, today, as I happened across that photo, it just really struck me, and I think it's an important thing to reflect on every now and then.
So often, we get caught in the day to day routine, and that love
that drives our cooking gets pushed to the background and begins to feel like
obligation. So, even though I'm telling you something you've heard a thousand
times, it can't hurt to hear it again. When we get caught up in the necessity
and the duty of cooking, sometimes we need to stop and reflect on the pure,
true, common, day-to-day love that initially drove us to the stove.
Oh, and of course, I didn't forget to share some of the pictures
that inspired my moment.
Have a great weekend!