My Passion

Cooking is my passion. It allows me to be creative when Im normally non. Anything I cook makes me feel good desserts, lunch, dinner, or snacks. Im near relaxed in the kitchen, apron on, and ingredients everywhere. Its like a challenge to key out whats in my fridge and pantry and to see what I so-and-so create. Every pot and pan I have waiting on my stove, a pantry full of ingredients at my leisure, an eager family waiting 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 conclude whether to use pasta, rice, or potatoes. My hands instinctively grab for the olive oil colour to prep my saute pan. A dish in my house is not complete without garlic so I start there. Within proceedings I have the veggies sauteing, the pasta boiling, the salad resting, the meat searing, and the fresh bread baking. The essence wakes my family from wha tever they were doing and they join 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 like everyone else.The meat is resting and waiting to be sliced, the fresh bread is cooling on a platter, the water glaze are waiting to be filled, and the table is set. I get sickish as everything is finishing at once and my husband helps by wearying and tossing the pasta with some olive oil to keep it from sticking. The veggies are abruptly tender in the garlic butter cream sauce and numerate beautiful atop the tri color pasta. I feel proud that my family enjoys my cookery as much as I do. Their joy is the reason I love it so much. Its finally time to eat.