When I was a little girl, my dad came home one day with a plaque for my mom. She read it with a smile and it was followed by a huge laugh, hug and kiss for my dad. That plaque occupied a place of prominence in the kitchen. It read "Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon, or not at all."
As I think about the celebration of 'forever' that Jeremiah and I will make in June, surrounded by family and friends, I find myself thinking about that plaque. That may sound like a bit of a weak segue, but that just means you haven't yet experienced a meal created by Jeremiah.
I'm not kidding. I don't say this just because I'm crazy about him (although I am). The meals he makes are incredible. The thing that's really infectious about them is that when he is cooking, there is so much joy about it. I love watching him prepare a meal -- I'm generally on table setting, appetizer and wine-pouring duty. He creates, tastes, seasons. And together we enjoy! Bon apetit.
