On Mother's Day 2009, I was pregnant with my daughter. I received a few Mother's Day gifts (especially from my husband), but for the most part people told me (goodheartedly) that I wasn't a mother yet, and that I wouldn't deserve presents until the next year! Now I know what they're talking about! As hard as pregnancy can sometimes be (and I will admit mine was relatively easy), it is the part after the birth that is really difficult. The parenting part. And no one can prepare you for it, no matter what wisdom they try to share with you.
That same Mother's Day, I wrote a letter to my mom, thanking her for all that she had done for me, as being pregnant and a future mother myself, certain things had been brought into perspective for me.
One of the things I thanked her for was cooking. My mother is a wonderful cook, and I'd say a good 95% of the food we ate growing up was homemade, often made from scratch. That's not to say we didn't know what Pizza Hut tasted like (we did!) but that my mother made it a priority to feed us healthful foods that helped our young bodies to flourish. In particular, I remember things like salads with almost every meal, canning/freezing or otherwise preserving produce from our large gardens, and my mother helping me make my very first batch of chocolate chip cookies (from the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook...that recipe remains my favorite). They turned out like rocks, but I've become a better baker since then!
I'd like to think that this love of cooking for her family was passed on to me. I love cooking for other people. Whether I'm creating a meal for our family of three, or baking something special for a friend, I am totally in my element. Hopefully this trait will be passed on to Lily as well.
My dad's birthday was at the end of August, and I wanted to make something special. I decided on a Boston Creme Pie (wonderful recipe from the Tassajara Bread Book), one of his favorite desserts. I have to say, it turned out really yummy.
More than just a hobby or an occasional challenge, cooking to me is an act of love. It is as tangible and expression as a hug or a kiss. Nothing says, "I love you" like a delicious cake or a warm bowl of stew at the end of a cold winter's day. It's amazing how such seemingly small acts can convey a depth of emotion.
"We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love."
-Blessed Mother Theresa of Calcutta
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