I love to cook.
Really- I absolutely, positively love to cook. And growing up in the South, it’s the kind of love you spell with a u. Like, Steel Magnolias, “I love ya more than my luggage” type of love. And for me, that love of cooking was equal to the love that came from cooking- meals shared with my family and friends, dishes brought to church picnics and baby showers, the first pie I baked for Thanksgiving. It always felt to me like the best way to put someone at ease- and to help meet whatever need they had: companionship, comfort, a listening ear. (Or, as my mom always said, “I mean, you have to eat!”)
It was our way to say “You are important. So important that you are worthy of our family’s signature Big Mama poundcake/homemade banana bread/poppyseed chicken casserole.”
So- here is my best attempt to help you fall in love with cooking like I have over the course of my life. And help you love people with the delicious, beautiful results of your efforts. That’s right- the l-u-v-kind of love. The luv of food, people, life, joy (and a bit of Southern culture to keep things spicy). Simply put, when you love what you do, and who you do it for: luv cooks.