It's not about doing.
It's about sharing.
If you've read my earlier posts about what food means to me, you'll understand what I mean here.
I cook. That's what I "do".
Where the fulfillment comes in, where the passion lies, is in sharing what I do.
I was visiting family in Alberta about a month ago. My oldest sister was telling me how overwhelming it is for her being in University full-time, and coming home to a house full of hungry (mostly teen-age) tummies. She dreaded having to make dinner. She was sick of canned soup and hamburger helper. I told her that I would send her some ideas via email, once I got back home.
I have more pride for my sister than I have for anyone else. We live 3 provinces apart and there are times when we don't speak for months. Not out of any falling out. We just get busy with our own lives and know that the other will be there when we need her.
When we do talk, however, it's as if no time has passed. We talk of memories, we talk gossip, we talk about our frustrations, and about the good things that are happening. We laugh about our crazy family, and our even crazier lives.
We've dealt with issues that people shouldn't have to deal with. Teenage pregnancy, abuse, heartache, estrangement, sex, drugs and rock 'n roll.
My sister has never failed me. Ever.
There's no one on the planet that I can say that about.
She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child. ~Barbara Alpert
What does this have to do with food?
I don't know how to repay my sister for what she's given me. These last couple of weeks, building meal plans and researching recipes, have been so fun and fulfilling. After trying one of the recipes (Asian-style Soup), she quickly emailed me to tell that it was the best thing she had ever come home to (except for her fiancee, of course).
She explained that, "I am finally looking forward to, instead of dreading, dinner".
I have made her life a little bit easier. From 3 provinces away. While having fun. Sharing.
Cool.
It's about sharing.
If you've read my earlier posts about what food means to me, you'll understand what I mean here.
I cook. That's what I "do".
Where the fulfillment comes in, where the passion lies, is in sharing what I do.
I was visiting family in Alberta about a month ago. My oldest sister was telling me how overwhelming it is for her being in University full-time, and coming home to a house full of hungry (mostly teen-age) tummies. She dreaded having to make dinner. She was sick of canned soup and hamburger helper. I told her that I would send her some ideas via email, once I got back home.
I have more pride for my sister than I have for anyone else. We live 3 provinces apart and there are times when we don't speak for months. Not out of any falling out. We just get busy with our own lives and know that the other will be there when we need her.
When we do talk, however, it's as if no time has passed. We talk of memories, we talk gossip, we talk about our frustrations, and about the good things that are happening. We laugh about our crazy family, and our even crazier lives.
We've dealt with issues that people shouldn't have to deal with. Teenage pregnancy, abuse, heartache, estrangement, sex, drugs and rock 'n roll.
My sister has never failed me. Ever.
There's no one on the planet that I can say that about.
She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child. ~Barbara Alpert
What does this have to do with food?
I don't know how to repay my sister for what she's given me. These last couple of weeks, building meal plans and researching recipes, have been so fun and fulfilling. After trying one of the recipes (Asian-style Soup), she quickly emailed me to tell that it was the best thing she had ever come home to (except for her fiancee, of course).
She explained that, "I am finally looking forward to, instead of dreading, dinner".
I have made her life a little bit easier. From 3 provinces away. While having fun. Sharing.
Cool.
This is what food, and family, is all about.
I've been waiting to post a recipe; I wanted my first one to be a homerun. Well, here it is. And endorsed by my older sister. You can't ask for a better testimonial than that.
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