My sister, still in high school, baking thumbprint cookies in my parents' kitchen
My mom, making fried green tomatoes for the Fourth of July the year Mark and I got married
I didn't really learn how to cook there. I was really spoiled when I was younger, so I didn't really learn how to cook/clean/do my own laundry very well until I went off to college. That's where I started, with my mom's recipes and a willing spirit. And then, after I got married, it was something I wanted to be really good at. So I tried hard to learn to cook both the things my mom made and new things of my own, and gradually developed my own tastes and ideas and beliefs about real things and fresh things and food that makes me happy.
On fall break one year, in Hannah's family cabin, making Chicken Noodle Soup group-style
Cooking with one of my roommates in our apartment my senior year of college
Now, I have the best memories in kitchens. Because while being cooked for is fantastic, cooking with someone you love is even better. Making pizzas on Christmas eve with our whole family, baking cookies and Oreo truffles with my mom. Making her scrambled eggs with greens in them. Cooking extravagant meals and trying new things with Elissa. Experimenting with Kelly. Exchanging recipes with everyone.
Mark and Matthew doing the dishes after Elissa and I made dinner
My mom, dancing and singing with our Christmas dinner this past year.
Pizza on Christamas eve
Tab, Elissa's roommate, with the blueberry brownies we made
Kelly slicing peppers in my parents' kitchen
I had an interesting conversation with a co-worker the other day. I talk about food and cooking a lot at work, because it's something I really, really love and care about. I made muffins for everybody the other morning, and she said something along the lines of "Wow, you really do like to cook." Which started this conversation. She, apparently, doesn't. She says she doesn't know how to cook, doesn't cook very well.
In Nashville: good food, good wine, good friends
Pizza fixin's on Christmas eve
My mom making cornbread ... and having difficulties
And I always wonder... what on earth do people like that eat? How can you feed yourself if you can't cook? Does your family sit down for dinner together? Do you eat fast food all the time? It always baffles me when people say "Oh, I don't cook." I'm thankful that I really don't have any concept of that "I don't cook" statement, but what does it mean for their families and their children?
So I'm posing the question to all of you. Do you cook? If so, what do you cook? Do you sit down and eat as a family (or, if you're single, did you when you were little?) And if you don't cook ... what do you eat??