Cooking Love
There is nothing more special than sharing a meal
A family is connected by cooking
Tradition
And the love for a passion.
Home cooked meals pull together families-
String in newcomers-
Foster generosity.
Never in my life have i experienced a greater meaning
Than by simply enjoying the company
Of those who love me
by sharing
A complex chemistry of delicacies.
This ancient art is passed down generations:
Taught by the fragile, experienced elders
to eager, wide-eyed youth.
Cooking takes un-relentless love-
A spirit to experiment; try new things, being fearless.
This idea embodies my family:
It is the tie that binds me to my parents, grandparents, great grandparents,
and so on...
So long as tradition perseveres, This form of love will never die.
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