i enjoy and love cooking but ironically when it comes to cooking for people, i always get nervous. so boy if you see me in the kitchen preparing food for more than one top, the love has been implicatively declared.
something about cooking is just so peaceful. monotonous and obligatory, sure, but itβs just a little sliver of calmness in my day that reminds me of when i did it with my mom or my dad or my grandmother. i now love to cook for myself but especially for other people
on my old car i used to have a bumper sticker that said βi hope you have a good dayβ on it. one day i came out of the grocery store and someone had left a note on my car on a sheet of paper from their notebook that said βi hope YOU have a good day!β i think about the person that went out of their way to leave that note a lot and hope that they know how sweet that was. i kept the note and put it in my junk journal/scrapbook and when iβm having a bad day i like to look at it.
