I love to cook. No seriously. I actually do.
I remember when I was single and I would come home from work and relax by just cooking. Cooking for hours on end. Cooking using all my pots and pans and fun little chef utensils. All to make a single plate.
When I first met my husband I was thrilled that I now had someone to cook for. I married a man who can do many, many things - but was never really interested in cooking. Prior to me I believe that most of his food came from a can, cardboard box or a bar.
And now I get to cook for three! I am fortunate that our little 2 year old man is a very adventurous food eater. When we go out, his favorite places are our local Spanish Tapas restaurant - Ole Tapas - and Hibachi. He loves Ole's duck dishes, all their cheese and the little crostini. He even eats the patatas bravas - which are white and sweet potatoes that have some heat in terms of spice. At home, he generally eats everything or nothing. (Eh - you know how it is with a 2 year old. Sometimes they have an appetite, and sometimes they don't.)
So, cooking for me was never a chore. It has always been a pleasure, something that relaxes me, calms me down, and brings me peace. I love that at the end of cooking (and organizing!) there is a sense of accomplishment. There is a finished product that I can look at and know that I created something hopefully wonderful.
I am starting to learn though that most people really don't like to cook. They see it as another "to do" at the end of a long work day of many other "to dos." So I am here to help. I am here to make it easy, fun and hopefully fruitful. Pun totally intended there.
There are 3 things that I do that I think truly help.
Here is where I will rant about my daily mommy life, give some insight into a brain tumor survivor's musings, and hopefully offer up some fun as well.