It’s Gratituesday! Today I am thankful for the ability, resources and desire for cooking. There’s something so satisfying about taking a few ingredients, measuring, mixing, tasting and baking. I especially love working with fresh ingredients, having scents and sensations mingling into something tantalizing and new.
When I chop up tomatoes and onions, cilantro and peppers, then add a few spices, to make a lovely concoction called salsa, my favorite part is slicing a lime in half and squeezing it over the bowl. That’s the finishing touch, the little something that puts the perfect tortilla chip companion over the edge into something not simply good, but crave-worthy.
Bread, the food of love!! (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)
Mixing the most basic ingredients known to man, flour, water, salt and yeast is the magic formula for putting love into the air. Seriously, can you think of anything else on the planet that says comfort, love, security, safety and welcome as well as the smell of bread baking? I can’t. A fresh loaf of bread can make the most mundane meal into a feast. Add some strawberry or raspberry freezer jam, handmade by me when berries are on sale, and it’s a perfect pairing. Satisfaction seeps into every pore.
Not enough time for a loaf of bread, some rolls, biscuits, muffins, banana bread, scones, bread sticks or even toast will do. Done with love as the main ingredient, you can’t go wrong with breads.
Don’t even get me started on deserts.
Cooking is my love language. If you show up at my house feeling blue, I’ll try to put a plate or bowl of something in front of you.
Everyone needs a few good comfort foods. I was lucky to grow up with bread baking, homemade cookies, home canned peaches, a backyard garden and a mom who taught me the basics of cooking. Joy is found almost every day as I frolic in my kitchen or sit at the table with family and friends.
Other inspiring articles that sound delicious!
- Have you ever baked your own bread? (run4joy59.wordpress.com)
- Adventures in Artisan Bread Baking (part 2) (thoughtsalonglifeshighway.com)
- Flatbreads in Hard Times (thebubbaeffect.wordpress.com)
- Naan Bread (allaboutchantelle.wordpress.com)
- Making Bread (in the spirit of a detective who knows Rule #4) (jazzkitchenblog.wordpress.com)
- Adventures in Baking Artisan Bread (part 1) (thoughtsalonglifeshighway.com)
- The Secret Ingredient is (Always) Love (reneemaynes.com)
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You used the word frolic! 😀 hahaha Loved this post! I remember talking to Nyla once and she said she thought that your Mom’s love language was cooking, too. You totally nailed it with the smell of baking bread…definitely a warm, comforting, homey feeling.
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And the tradition continues. Although you seem to have taken food to a whole new level of amazement and glory! Yum!
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Looks delicious! Thank you for linking to my post!
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