I have always loved eating. my parents still sometimes brag about my favorite food as a kid (artichokes). my childhood friend cried once because she thought I was eating weeds in our yard (they were chives). I have vivid memories of pressing christmas molds into sugar cookie dough, chopping zucchini and onions for a summer supper, eating cereal with my grandparents in their florida apartment.
as I got older, this extended into an interest in agriculture, local food, soil, and eventually, led to my own kitchen, where I experimented with vegan pot pie, blueberry muffins, thai curries.
when I got married, I had a consistent audience, and so I wanted to impress: greek mac and cheese, roasted whole chickens, pizza (from scratch!). it was a new, enjoyable world.
my dad always told me it would get old, that you have to put dinner on the table every night, and I didn’t want to believe him, but he was a little bit right. this still makes me sad, though, because cooking is the work I love to do: a practical but artful endeavor.
thus, an inspiration list: for lazy afternoons, unanticipated hunger, a gathered table, the joy of life.