My Passion

Cooking is my passion. It allows me to be creative when Im ordinarily non. Anything I cook makes me feel genuine desserts, lunch, dinner, or snacks. Im about relaxed in the kitchen, apron on, and ingredients everywhere. Its equal a challenge to recognise whats in my fridge and pantry and to see what I rear create. Every push-down stack and pan I have delay on my stove, a pantry wide-cut of ingredients at my leisure, an eager family time lag in the other room, ideas tumbling around in my head, utensils cleaned and ready, my mind goes somewhere else and I am in my element. My passion is waiting.The simpler the ingredients, the better. I cant decide whether to use pasta, rice, or potatoes. My hands instinctively grab for the chromatic fossil oil to prep my saute pan. A dish in my house is not complete without garlic so I start there. Within minutes I have the veggies sauteing, the pasta boiling, the salad resting, the meat searing, and the youthful bread baking. The aroma wakes my family from whatever they were doing and they tie me in the kitchen to chitchat and watch me work. Swatting my husbands hands as he attempts to sneak a bite is instinctual he has to wait for the finished product manage everyone else.The meat is resting and waiting to be sliced, the odorous bread is cooling on a platter, the water glasses are waiting to be filled, and the table is set. I reduce anxious as everything is finishing at once and my husband helps by drain and tossing the pasta with some olive oil to keep it from sticking. The veggies are perfectly press in the garlic butter slam sauce and look beautiful atop the tri color pasta. I feel soaring that my family enjoys my cooking as much as I do. Their joy is the reason I love it so much. Its finally time to eat.