|Bright, fresh pico de gallo|
One of my most fluent love languages is food.
I love to cook. And I’m going to clarify cook vs. bake here, because I’m decidedly better at one than the other. I can bake up a cake and make a beautiful batch of cupcakes. My brownies are pretty good and my cookies are worth eating. But baking just isn’t as much fun for me because baking involves a lot of measuring, some serious science, and let’s face it: rules.
I’m not always a rules girl, so the exhortations to have exactly one and one half cups of loosely leveled something or another or three cups of something else; just at room temperature – not so much to my liking. In baking, missing one or two ingredients often means a trip to the store or more complex measurements to concoct some sort of substitution.
|Deep, flavourful chili - about the only thing I use beer for|
And the best part – really, the very best part – is the looks of happiness and anticipation on the faces of my family and friends when they begin to smell things percolating on the store, or wander in and see a colourful pile of diced and sliced fruits, vegetables, and other fine things being mise en placed into readiness.
|Our favourite stir-fry: lots of chopping, but so worth it!|
Bringing a sense of fullness, completion, and satisfaction to my family makes me happy. Watching them savor each bite – sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly – makes me happier than many things.
Last night, in the warm summer evening, I sat with the doors and windows wide open and easy, mellifluous jazz spilling out of the speakers while I chopped piles of tomatoes, peaches, cilantro, and onions for two dishes: fresh pico de gallo and tomato peach salsa. I blended a scant bit of barbeque sauce with some of my
|Spicy, tangy tomato-peach salsa - so good chilled|
Before long, I heard the hard thunk of the garage door opening and my family rolled in smelling of sunshine and chlorine. The loud exclamations of delight over the bowls of snacks and dinner on the way gave way to happy murmurs as they dipped picco de gallo on chips and sniffed the chicken that was ready to go.
I love you. Have a bite.
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