...cooking is love...

...oftentimes...with the busyness of work full-time&school full-time, I come home a bit wearied and just wanting to shake the dust of the day off my body& most importantly off of my heart...the last thing I want to do is stop at the supermarket or come home and cook...to be completely honest, I hate cooking for myself...lets put that on the list of things I just am not into, and cannot get excited about...i absolutely love cooking for other people...if i didn't have other people to cook for, I would not enjoy it nearly as much...cooking is an emotional thing for me I guess...I grew up in a (LOUD) Italian family, where cooking was and is love...are you sad? here let me make you some pasta fagioli...you're sick? heres some pastina with butter & parmesan...yes when I was sick for my entire vacation a few weeks ago, I managed to make it to jersey for a couple of days...my Grandma Julia came up the stairs with a steaming hot pot of pastina to fix my ailments, and my heart...it worked..at least for that day...
so I guess my point is cooking is love, for me...if I love you, or at least like you a little bit, I will cook...& bake& cook some more...
cupcakes, empanadas, penne vodka, chicken parmesan, pizza, omelettes, tostones, a 5 layer cake...you name it, I'll make it for you...or at least we can both hope that I will...I procure just as much enjoyment out of the act of preparing the meal as I hope the person consuming it is...so here I am..just walked in the door from a very lonnngggg day...I am hungry...but alas do not want to cook for myself...I think I'll ask my roommate Jenny if shes hungry...