Hello Sweetie Peas !
Here is a new week-end that is coming our way… and so a new week that is ending.
This week, I want to celebrate another of my passion, that came in my life before Art but that is something creative too: cooking.
I remember cooking with the women of my family: my mum of course, but also my grandma, my aunt(s)… Cooking for special occasions like birthdays and Christmas. I wish I had pictures of me younger, cooking, on my computer to show you. Perched on a stool in front of the stove, stirring yummy meals I still love and share with my own daughters.
In 2004, I even thought of starting a career in the kitchen industry and started in France (where I am from) a year in cooking school. But you don’t always get what you want, and I was forced to stop before graduating… I used to be bitter about it, but everything happens for a reason and I was able to nestle and raise my first daughter as I wanted, without long work hours in the restaurant kitchen, even if it was the best professional months in my life.
But sometimes, I just lose my flame and don’t want to cook, it becomes slowly a chore and I have no pleasure at all to be in my kitchen, even if it’s to feed my family… it was like that for a few weeks. But this week… something shifted, without notice. I don’t know what happened but I started cooking again and LOVED it. Really.
I cooked cinnamon rolls, bagels, flameküeche, tofu stew, maki sushi (because my mum is here and she never tasted japanese cuisine, which is kind of one of my specialities), French style apple tart (the crust, the apple sauce… I made the entire tart) etc. Something new everyday, for each meal and even snacks ! WOW ! And I really enjoyed the process, the “hmmmmmm it’s yummy”.
SO thank you food, thank you the pleasure to transform food into meals. Thank you for the fact that we have the chance to eat something everyday, something different, something we like, something we make. Thank you.