Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you.
– = Oprah Winfrey
I buy the Sunday newspaper for the Taste section.
Every conversation that I have with my grandmother ends up with us exchanging ideas for how to cook something differently.
I even took on the enormous task of collecting our family’s recipes and putting them into a cookbook. (That project is going to take me FOREVER, lol.)
I experience intense joy when I’m looking through cookbooks for new recipes.
My kid’s excitement over certain dishes that I make is thrilling.
Food is definitely one of my passions.
Cooking is challenging at times. Not everything turns out great. But, when it does (and even sometimes when it doesn’t), the experience that it brings is memorable.
|A store bought pie fell out of the back of the
|…and I turned it into this back in October.|
I’ll never forget my neighbor coming over and holding my hand as she taught me how to can. For some reason, I was really nervous about the whole process. She stayed up with me until way past midnight as we made well over 30 cans of jam. We laughed, we talked, we enjoyed our time together. Food has a way of forging bonds between people, don’t you think?
Another time, we had some friends come over for dinner, and I was making a roasted chicken. The chicken would not cook. I swear, it took hours and hours longer than it was supposed to. Instead of eating at 7:00, we ate at 10:30. I plied them with wine and buttermilk pie, and then we played games until dinner was ready. We saw our friends again at my husband’s work party, and we laughed over the way that dinner turned out. The story was told to many, but what was funny was how that buttermilk pie is still remembered with longing.
For some, cooking may sound like work. It might even sound like a daunting task. But for me, cooking makes me feel complete. I find an enormous amount of joy in not only the process but in the end results. Making a grumpy person smile by the simple act of feeding them good food is empowering. I mean, my food actually made them smile!! That rocks!!
I guess that’s why cooking enough food for my husband’s work party was satisfying. Sure, I was tired, and my joints were all on fire, and I complained throughout parts of it, but in the end seeing people smile as they ate made it worth my while.
What excites you? What makes you feel intense joy? Write about it.