A friend was coming over, and as I debated about what to make I thought of that recipe I copied a week ago, but due to lack of time never baked: Chocolate Cupcakes with Peanut Butter Frosting. I rummaged through my kitchen drawers, hoping I had some cupcake wrappers left, and found them. They were Christmas cupcake papers.
As I dumped the ingredients into the bowl I thought of my friend. She was eagerly looking forward to coming over for dinner. It’s nice to have friends who enjoy your company. Food is a lot more than something required to nourish us so our body can work properly; it’s an expression of love and friendship.
When I first learned to cook it was to gain acceptance. I was also inspired by my grandmother who used to let me lick the paddles of her mixer when she was done. The duty of cooking and baking evolved into a passion and an expression of love for me over the years. Whether people knew it or not, it was my way of saying, I love you when all other words failed.
I love inviting my friends and family to get comfortable in our home. They can put their feet on the furniture. They can spill. Nothing is taboo. They hang out in the kitchen with me, watch the television, and laughter fills the empty spaces of our house. The only rule is honesty.
What special memories do you hold of cooking or baking? Describe them.