To say that I love food would be an understatement of a riduculous nature.
I do love food.
I love to cook it and eat it, smell it, bathe in it…
well cook and eat yes.
And the cooking of food to me is precious. It is a statement of caring, from me to you.
And the fact that most of my meals start with a box of late (like the last 6 years) makes me only a little sad because I gotta tell you that some nights even that’s too much effort.
But I do love food. And with that comes a love of…recipes.
I love to look at them online and read the reviews and see the suggestions.
I love to print them with their helpful, hopeful pictures of the finished product.
And that’s as far as I get.
An image with a shopping list and instructions.
A picture of hope.
A wish for a meal, dessert, breakfast or other.
A dream really.
And I love to dream.
Almost as much as I love food.