It's funny how things come into our lives. Sometimes to simply show us we are capable of more. Cooking has done this for me in so many ways. I made soup with my father while processing the heavy emotions of divorce. I have cooked with my children inside me and beside me. Showing me the lasting beauty of nurturing otherness. Cooking helped me show my husband love in his love language (acts of service) while he shows me love in mine (words of affirmation). Cooking is my therapy and my art. So thank you cooking, because of you I am fed.