I find joy in cooking.
I find joy in a shared table; dinner with generous bowls.
I find joy in food, experimenting with flavour and texture.
Food, for me, brings joy.
Sharing food, for me, brings joy.
Cooking, for me, offers a moment where all five senses are humming and I am immersed.
There is a line – at the end of the movie of Anne of Green Gables … “I’ve been looking for my ideals outside of myself”
Maybe I’ve been looking for my joy outside of myself.
I’ve always thought that I should strive, that there’s value in that which is difficult … but what if there’s value in that which is enjoyable – what if I pursued that?
What would happen if I allowed myself to love cooking and eating and sharing and playing; if I let go …
What would happen if I dismissed the small voice that says “everyone and their dog loves cooking / food / writing /permutations of all – what more could you add” and floated downstream with the idea …