|slow cooker meatballs and sauce. easy to make and beyond delicious. recipe found here.|
new year's weekend i was able to cook a lot. the boy went to work and i slaved over the oven like a good little housewife in training.
just joshing, kids. we all know he's gonna stay at home.
but it got to me to thinking about cooking for someone. spouse. kids. friends. family. many times during the week we make food that can be abbreviated. that is quick. that requires little thought. that gets the job of filling and nutritious done. there's not really a lot of joy in it. and that's ok. jobs and families can be tiring. not every experience with the oven needs to be blissful.
but, it still remains, that the act of cooking for someone else, can bring a lot of joy to oneself. it's a simple act - a necessary act to be precise. you've got to eat. even if someone else wasn't there, you'd be cooking. it's not like you're really doing anything that special. and yet...it is. it's like a small gift you can give to someone each day. birthdays, anniversaries, christmas. these are all well and good, but they are few and far between. a meal can be bestowed upon a loved one quite frequently. it shows effort. it shows time. it shows care. it shows love.
we make meals for ourselves everyday, and we don't think much of the time and effort we spend on it. we're just spending it on ourselves, nothing out of the ordinary. but the minute we make a meal others will partake in - it's much more satisfying. it's nice to spend time on the people you love, even though something as basic as a meal.
the connection between food, love, family, friends, a sense of togetherness. it's hard to put into words. but i am sure glad it's there.