As I'm sure you guys have noticed, I've made a couple of different pages on this here blog. Aaaand I've chosen a title that is a wee bit kitchen-y. Let me explain.
While I was on my blogging hiatus (i.e. while I was in China), I missed food so much. But even more than missing food, I missed cooking! I'll let the pictures of our apartment's kitchen speak for me, when I say I didn't cook much in China...
While I was on my blogging hiatus (i.e. while I was in China), I missed food so much. But even more than missing food, I missed cooking! I'll let the pictures of our apartment's kitchen speak for me, when I say I didn't cook much in China...
Yes, that thing next to the microwave, that is the size of a microwave...it's an oven.
Anyhow, as you can see, I wasn't spending my time in the kitchen when I was in China. And I missed it! The more I thought about it, the more I realized how much I love food.
I love eating food.
I love cooking food.
I love sharing food.
You guys, I think food is my love language.
I think it runs in the family
Seriously.
Here are some example to back me up.
First, we've got my mom, who, would spend soooo long in the kitchen every day. There are seven of us kids, and we like to eat! My mom had to be creative to get us all fed with a healthy and delicious meal on not the biggest budget ever. The woman is a miracle worker.
Second bit of proof is my dad. The man loves food. Particularly dairy products (which fits, seeing as how he works for that industry), like cheese and butter. Which is to say, that when he cooks it is gooooood food. Healthy is debatable (a losing debate, mind you). Anyhow, my dad, for as long as I can remember, would cook on Sundays. I think it was partly because he loved it, and partly because he wanted to give my mom a much needed break. And, I think it was like 10 years ago, he instated the "Second Sunday Dinner," inviting family friends (mostly poor college students), neighbors and cousins over for a good home cooked meal once a month. Those dinners are still being held at my parents house. Every month.
Expressions of love? I think yes!
And that, a lot of the time, is how I express love too.
Someone's feeling sick? Let's make some soup.
Someone's sad? Cookies.
Someone's having a party? Chips and dip, please!
All life's questions can be answered with food.
Well...most of them, anyway.
And so that's partly why I wanted to make this new(ish) blog. I want to be able to share recipes with you good folks.
I know, I know...it's not the same as me delivering you a still-warm loaf of homemade bread. But a recipe-share is as close as we're going to get when most of y'all live more than couple minutes away.
Anyhow. So I hope you guys enjoy my sharing of recipes. I hope it makes you want to cook more. And I hope that it makes me want to blog more (cause heaven knows I've been slacking). And I hope that, somehow, you can sense the love that goes into and comes from food.
Mmmmm. Writing this is making me hungry.
Here's a picture of me and some food. Just as a little bit more proof, I guess.
Anyhow, as you can see, I wasn't spending my time in the kitchen when I was in China. And I missed it! The more I thought about it, the more I realized how much I love food.
I love eating food.
I love cooking food.
I love sharing food.
You guys, I think food is my love language.
I think it runs in the family
Seriously.
Here are some example to back me up.
First, we've got my mom, who, would spend soooo long in the kitchen every day. There are seven of us kids, and we like to eat! My mom had to be creative to get us all fed with a healthy and delicious meal on not the biggest budget ever. The woman is a miracle worker.
Second bit of proof is my dad. The man loves food. Particularly dairy products (which fits, seeing as how he works for that industry), like cheese and butter. Which is to say, that when he cooks it is gooooood food. Healthy is debatable (a losing debate, mind you). Anyhow, my dad, for as long as I can remember, would cook on Sundays. I think it was partly because he loved it, and partly because he wanted to give my mom a much needed break. And, I think it was like 10 years ago, he instated the "Second Sunday Dinner," inviting family friends (mostly poor college students), neighbors and cousins over for a good home cooked meal once a month. Those dinners are still being held at my parents house. Every month.
Expressions of love? I think yes!
And that, a lot of the time, is how I express love too.
Someone's feeling sick? Let's make some soup.
Someone's sad? Cookies.
Someone's having a party? Chips and dip, please!
All life's questions can be answered with food.
Well...most of them, anyway.
And so that's partly why I wanted to make this new(ish) blog. I want to be able to share recipes with you good folks.
I know, I know...it's not the same as me delivering you a still-warm loaf of homemade bread. But a recipe-share is as close as we're going to get when most of y'all live more than couple minutes away.
Anyhow. So I hope you guys enjoy my sharing of recipes. I hope it makes you want to cook more. And I hope that it makes me want to blog more (cause heaven knows I've been slacking). And I hope that, somehow, you can sense the love that goes into and comes from food.
Mmmmm. Writing this is making me hungry.
Here's a picture of me and some food. Just as a little bit more proof, I guess.