Family R E C I P E.

A Touch of Love

            I love to eat good food whenever and wherever possible.  My mother is an amazing cook who can prepare almost anything in a very skillful unique way.  It amazes me how she is so passionate and caring about the task at hand.  I have always yearned for her skill and talent in this area, and hope to one day improve my skills so my future family and I can treasures these special foods in the future.

            It takes time and experience to be able to present well a certain entrée, but it also takes finding someone to teach you how to add that special touch.  My mother learned all of her skills by my beloved Grandmother over the years of her youth.  Though my mother did not like cooking or helping out in the kitchen in her younger years, she has expressed to me personally how grateful she is to have had the opportunity to learn, create, and provide nutrients for her own family.

            Ever since I was little I remember my Grandmother behind the counter baking.  Food was and is always a main commodity at Grandmas house and no one ever has gone hungry.  When we get together as a family one can find tables and tables of food.  It is very unique because it is a mix of everything imaginable.  So many different taste and flavors mixed with unique and fresh smells fill her small quaint house.  The house is slightly warmed with the heat of the oven along with the steam of the stove.  My eyes water with spices and my mouth starts watering with the thought of the taste of the wonderfully homemade foods.  These are only a few things that come to mind as I think of food and Grandma.

            My family and I workout and do exercise to eat good foods!  We love eating healthy, and trying new recipes.  One thing that I think of most of all is my Grandmothers honey wheat bread.  It is divine and I would pay a good amount of money just to get my hands on some.  It is so light and tasty but yet so healthy and good for the body.   I feel that one important ingredient that makes me love this bread so much is the love that is put into the kneading and mixing.  My grandmother is one of the most special people in my life and I love her more than words can describe.  Whenever I am having a bad day it doesn’t surprise me to come home to a fresh loaf of her special honey wheat bread.

            Love has a lot to do with cooking and can make or break the whole outcome of a dish.  It is important to always put your heart and full effort into any task, but in my mind particularly cooking.  I love the thought that good recipes and foods are part of my life.