Home Cooking

The Best Part of Cooking

The Best Part of Cooking

The day had a terrible start. But then, a really cool thing happened. It was time to start dinner, and I asked if he wanted to help. He instantly said yes. It was the first time other than our recent baking that he’s been interested.

Family Recipes

I have countless cookbooks and magazines as well as binders of cooking magazine tearsheets and website printouts from the past 20 years. And I am grateful for the test kitchen chefs at Bon Appétit and America’s Test Kitchen and all the rest. But the recipes I treasure the most are the handwritten ones that have been passed down in the family.

When Kiddos Are Confident They’re Contributing

When Kiddos Are Confident They’re Contributing

Cooking can be a chore. It can be a necessity. It can be a love. Whatever outlook we take on time in the kitchen, our kids pick up on it. That much I’ve been confident in for some time. But I recognized something else — something a little deeper — recently.

Food Is Our Love Language

I often feel like food is my love language … It’s something I can do for others that shows I care. And when my son asks if we’re going to make our Halloween cookies this year and if I can make his special Valentine’s Day chocolates again, it means something to me.

Maybe my son’s love language will be food as well.

Cooking on Vacation

Cooking on Vacation

A lot of our vacations with our son have been to visit family. Sometimes we add on adventures and stay in hotels. We’ve also rented a condo. You’d think that vacation time would be about not cooking, but somehow, when you’re on vacation, it feels different. It’s less rushed. It’s more enjoyable to sit and eat what you’ve prepared. It’s about gathering with family. It’s time together preparing the meal and time together savoring it. It feeds the body and the soul.

Simple Meals, Simple Tasks — But Lasting Memories and Important Lessons

Simple Meals, Simple Tasks — But Lasting Memories and Important Lessons

As we were pulling into the garage, my son declared that he wanted to help make the potatoes. My heart leaped from my chest. It has been a little while since we'd cooked anything more than pancakes on the weekends together.