food for thought

I think I got the love of cooking from my mother. Despite how poor we where growing up, we always had a warm plate of food every night. Every plate that was placed in front of my brother and I was so dynamic and almost alive and about to tell a story. A story of passion, wonder, and strength. Cooking dishes today for my own family makes me feel full of wonder and nevertheless closer to my mother more than ever now that she has passed... She was so selfless, and willing to put her own self to make us happy and keep us as together as a family...I miss her everyday and wonder if this emptiness will ever go away.... Nevertheless, even if this emptiness never dissapears, I know now that my love for cooking will bring me closer to the memory of my mother; an unselfish, kind soul. Also, new answers are present in my mind. One is that I love to food and cooking. It is one of my passions in life, along with my nursing profession. I will aim to share my love of food with others...in hopes that it will heal other hearts as well...