I Like to Cook
First, I see it in my mind. Next, I develop cravings. Then, I have to have it.
Food and all around it makes me very happy. All the colors, flavors, smell, eating together, sharing food with the beloved ones is just my thing. I love to feed everybody. I am addicted to the feelings which I tend to develop after seeing somebody fed by me. When he or she is full and content, especially, when I work hard to make it right.
I remember those family gatherings, when we use to eat together at my grandmother's orchard. Summers - wonderful weather, tables set outside the house, all kinds of fruits on the trees, dogs and cats running around. Family members prepared food for hours. Kitchen remained flooded with people. You could always sneak in and get something of this or that directly from the pot. Somehow, it tasted better that way. They used to sit, talk, laugh or argue till the late evenings. Me and other kids hid under the tables or watched the burning fire. Food was like communion for us and always brought us together.
Food and love have so much in common. For example: When you are saying, “I would like to eat you” or “Your love is better than an ice cream” or “You taste so good" or “There is so different a flavor in you”. Such expressions are loaded with emotions and there is no better way to express the extent of your love. Those words express something what lays deep within. Those words give another dimension to the whole process of loving.
I cook with all the colors, shapes and shades. I intensely desire to get the best meal possible. I am always losing my mind to join the most attractive ingredients ever. I want you to feel it through your body and mind. I am a cook. I cook for you to make you feel satisfied.
Food and all around it makes me very happy. All the colors, flavors, smell, eating together, sharing food with the beloved ones is just my thing. I love to feed everybody. I am addicted to the feelings which I tend to develop after seeing somebody fed by me. When he or she is full and content, especially, when I work hard to make it right.
I remember those family gatherings, when we use to eat together at my grandmother's orchard. Summers - wonderful weather, tables set outside the house, all kinds of fruits on the trees, dogs and cats running around. Family members prepared food for hours. Kitchen remained flooded with people. You could always sneak in and get something of this or that directly from the pot. Somehow, it tasted better that way. They used to sit, talk, laugh or argue till the late evenings. Me and other kids hid under the tables or watched the burning fire. Food was like communion for us and always brought us together.
Food and love have so much in common. For example: When you are saying, “I would like to eat you” or “Your love is better than an ice cream” or “You taste so good" or “There is so different a flavor in you”. Such ex
I cook with all the colors, shapes and shades. I intensely desire to get the best meal possible. I am always losing my mind to join the most attractive ingredients ever. I want you to feel it through your body and mind. I am a cook. I cook for you to make you feel satisfied.