My mama gave me cooking

Cooking...a generational blessing.

One thing that really relaxes me is cooking.  I don't feel anxiety or pressure or any of those things when preparing a meal.  I remember when I was fifteen, my mama called me into the kitchen to show me how to properly make a meal.

First you had to wash everything.  The meat needed proper seasoning and the vegetables had to only have just the right amount of water in them to maintain their flavor.

"Don't turn the stove up too high," she said, "if you do, the meat will burn on the outside and be raw in the middle."  So, I learned how to chop onions, wash greens, fry pork chops, and much later on make a red velvet cake. (I had to read the recipe though...ha!)

When I started to live on my own, cooking became one of my favorite hobbies. I would make up recipes in the kitchen.  I had a homeboy who came by to fix my flat tire, so I made him a meal for helping me out.  Buddy went back for seconds and probably would have gone for thirds, if he didn't care about looking greedy.

I have fed friends, family and coworkers.  The only part I hate is doing dishes afterwards.  If I had a magic wand to make the pots and pans go away, I'd be a gourmet chef!!! Wooohooo!

Hmmmm maybe I will cook a meal for my mama for Mother's Day instead of taking her out... we'll see lol

Want a plate? LOL