Take a moment to embrace contentment, to learn to love the everyday things that we tend to overlook or take for granted.
I'm not referring to big things, or expensive things.
I'm talking about the nitty gritty, those everyday tasks, objects, thoughts that make our lives what they are.
I know many out there despise it, don't know what the big hoopla is about, would rather be somewhere, eating out, ordering in etc.
But for me, cooking has always been a contentment. It's a joy to get into my kitchen, put on my apron and prepare meals for my loved ones.
I guess cooking has always been a huge part of my life, starting when I was very little, about 4 years old. I remember sitting on the floor at my greatgrandmother's feet as she prepared dinner for a full house....14 sometimes 20 people at a time. The joy on her face was nothing like I could ever describe, she really did love being a housewife and the family matriarch.
So from a young age, that love was instilled in me. It runs through my veins, it seeps through my pores, it is part of who I am.
To be able to recreate a favorite dish, to be able to come up with new meals, to be able to try this ingredient with that ingredient and see what comes out. It's pure joy for me and I could spend hours in my kitchen, matter of fact, I do, it's the one room in the house where I spend most of the time.
I wouldn't want it any other way ♥