Well it has been a few weeks since I posted anything because I have been insanely busy.
Between college and work its hard to find time to post and for that I am sorry however I had an interesting conversation with one of my co-workers the other day on why we feel an attachment to food or certian foods and to be honest the question intrigued me.
Being a foodie I never stopped and wondered why I love food I mean to be frank that question for me is a lot like asking why I have a hard time keeping on weight It just is so I go on. But when I stopped and thought about why food matters to me I started to realize why. When I was growing up the kitchen was the place where I recieved the most love, both from my Nana and my mother.
At Nanas Island in the kitchen I have laughed, cried , shared good news, confessed bad news and ate, well I ate while I did the crying and ect. but I always felt loved and safe. The kitchen has been everything to me both my Church, home, family and the food not to be sacriledgious was my communion. Life can be so terrible at times like the day that Nana passed away and I felt that nothing would be the same again walking into her kitchen even now is sometimes bitter sweet knowing that she will never dance us around its hallowed spaces but even in this when I cook there its like being five again and being helped to stand on that blue step stool while Nana taught me to make brownies from scratch opening the spice bottles and smelling them is like a rush of beauty because in that I am once more home. Isnt it funny how we can taste something or smell something and we are drawn to that ? when I smell vanilla and sugar I am reminded of her and given hope for the future this is why we feel an attachment to food not just because it sustains us or because it gives us nurishment but because there is a joy to food and each of us have "that Food" that gets us going.
So as I enter the kitchen at work and wash my hands to begin another day at the grind stone I remember here is my church, here is my happieness and above all here is my food.
Between college and work its hard to find time to post and for that I am sorry however I had an interesting conversation with one of my co-workers the other day on why we feel an attachment to food or certian foods and to be honest the question intrigued me.
Being a foodie I never stopped and wondered why I love food I mean to be frank that question for me is a lot like asking why I have a hard time keeping on weight It just is so I go on. But when I stopped and thought about why food matters to me I started to realize why. When I was growing up the kitchen was the place where I recieved the most love, both from my Nana and my mother.
At Nanas Island in the kitchen I have laughed, cried , shared good news, confessed bad news and ate, well I ate while I did the crying and ect. but I always felt loved and safe. The kitchen has been everything to me both my Church, home, family and the food not to be sacriledgious was my communion. Life can be so terrible at times like the day that Nana passed away and I felt that nothing would be the same again walking into her kitchen even now is sometimes bitter sweet knowing that she will never dance us around its hallowed spaces but even in this when I cook there its like being five again and being helped to stand on that blue step stool while Nana taught me to make brownies from scratch opening the spice bottles and smelling them is like a rush of beauty because in that I am once more home. Isnt it funny how we can taste something or smell something and we are drawn to that ? when I smell vanilla and sugar I am reminded of her and given hope for the future this is why we feel an attachment to food not just because it sustains us or because it gives us nurishment but because there is a joy to food and each of us have "that Food" that gets us going.
So as I enter the kitchen at work and wash my hands to begin another day at the grind stone I remember here is my church, here is my happieness and above all here is my food.
I know these feels. Its how i felt with MY mother when we baked. Pastries, cakes, danishes (I have a SUPER simple recipe i should share). It was where i felt i received.... i guess the most approval? Thats about right.
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