I enjoy cooking for my family. I would say I am a good cook. I host family dinners at my house. I cook for my family because I love cooking. My love for cooking was nurtured and fed by my grandma who I called Nan-Nan (I was trying to say Nana and could not say it and so the name Nan-Nan was born). I grew up in my grandparents house with my mom and my two brothers. My Nan-Nan was another mother to me. She was actually a Charlotte native, born and raised from 1922 to May 1 2016. I miss her tremendously. I have her memory tucked in my heart forever.
One of my fondest and strongest memories of her are her ability to cook. I remember waking up on Sundays and sitting at her kitchen table. She had already been awake for hours I assume cooking and baking. I would watch her roll out biscuit dough, and make homemade frosting for the three cakes she would always bake on Sundays. She always has the radio on singing gospel music. The radio was a merigold rectangular box with faded gold lettering and 2 huge buttons. I would listen to her sing with tons of falsetto. She would let me lick the cake bowls as she cooked, which was really what motivated me out the bed early in the morning. When we returned home after church, there was always a feast laid out for us, chicken and roast beef with roasted vegetables, macaroni and cheese and green beans, either made from scratch cornbread or yeast rolls that melted in your mouth. She always baked something sweet, usually 3 cakes on Sundays either coconut, chocolate pound with chocolate icing, or yellow cake with chocolate icing. During holidays she made homemade butter mints that were as light as air and melted in your hands. She would store then on top of the deep freezer, and when I was tall enough to reach, which was at about 5 years old (I am six feet tall), I would sneak in the kitchen and grab a handful. She showed us she loved us by cooking, and cooking for others. During holidays my whole family would come over and she would lay out a spread of food. Everything you could think of. And she would always make sure that everyone else was fed before she ate. She was the glue, the matriarch that held my family together. She made fruit cakes at Christmas and would give them to neighbors, our bus drivers, teachers, ministers, everyone. She also would cook for the ones who were in need. She would prepare large buffet pans of food and donate to the men’s and women’s shelter. When her neighbors told her that they didn’t have food to eat she gave them what she had and then asked us if we had clothes to give to help them. She truly was a loving, caring, thoughtful Christian woman. She gave even when she did not have it to give, and she taught us the same. I truly miss her soo much. My love for cooking was sowed deep in my soul in the small kitchen, and it flourished through smelling homemade biscuit dough,and watching in amazement as she canned vegetables and made jams. My Nan-Nan fed it with love and food, with recipes and advice on cooking. So now as an adult I try to emulate her spirit of love and giving through food. I cook for my family because of my love for her, for what she did with food to bring together family and friends.
Why do I love to cook? Because of my Nan-Nan because of what she means to me even now, because of the love she put into a meal that not only nourished your body but fed your heart and soul.
I cook for my family because I want to give them healthy food. My husband was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes and it is our goal to make sure that he can stop taking medicine to regulate his blood levels. I want to ensure that I am giving my family food that is good for them, and I know that fast food will not give them that.
I cook for my family because I want to give them a variety of foods. My oldest son eats just about anything. The list of foods he does not like are mainly foods that he is allergic to. He will try a food first before saying that he does not like it. I want to expand his palate and ours.
I cook because cooking at home is cheaper then eating at a restaurant every night. I do enjoy eating out, it saves me from washing dishes. I know that eating out becomes costly, which is an expense that we are not trying to budget (especially with me not working).
I cook for my family because when my son sees me cooking it interest him. He asks if he can cook dinner just about every day. He likes to cook and is learning how to cook. The other day we made homemade pizza dough and it was a blast! He wants to learn to cook, he even asked if he could be on a cooking show!
I cook, all the time and almost every night because I want to. I hate it when another mom looks at me like I am crazy because I cook! I hate it when another mom makes it seem like I am trying to show them up because I cook! Why is it that I am condemned for cooking around other moms?!
I cook because I love food. I love, love food! I am a foodie! My husband and I fell in love over food. We both like to eat,and try new foods and new restaurants. Our date nights include us trying new places and eating food we have never had before. We even have stay-home date nights and cook for each other.
I love to cook because it what I do and who I am. I am not preparing duck breast with cherry jus for dinner. I bake chicken and steamed broccoli. I make sure that what my family is eating is healthy and it taste good. I cook because that is what my Nan-Nan did and she was a great woman. I cook because of my love for food, that started in a small kitchen and a bowl of cake batter.