Saturday, August 9, 2008
Why I love food!
There are moments in my life when old memories come back to me. Usually they are triggered by a sound, smell, someone or something. They can be bad memories but they are usually good. More times than not if it is a good memory food or a meal is involved. I think about the first time I made pancakes with my mom.The taste of melted butter and the deep black color of her cast iron skillet.The smell of onions and peppers when my dad would make chili and we would take it to my Aunt and Uncle's house. Smoke in the air makes think of grilling chicken on the porch with my boys handing me the tongs,sauce or a pan to carry in the food. Of course the smell of smoke also makes me want to be back in North Carolina. The kids running around,the soothing rumble of the creek in the background. I remember the times in the kitchen tent cooking and visiting with my adopted family. I can remember almost every occasion that I have cooked or baked something with my Sara. She has always been my biggest fan and toughest critic. She is always brutally honest. She is probably the biggest reason that I love to cook. It has always been something we both love. Sitting around the table with the people you love and enjoying company and a good meal is probably the most relaxing, enjoyable and memory building occasion I can think of. When that meal is a great meal such as a perfectly roasted chicken, or pork that just falls to pieces and melts in your mouth, the memories are just that much better. I love food... I love sharing it even more.