I have cooked all kinds of food for all types of eaters and because it’s a choice and not a compulsion, feeding others - fortunately - has remained an act of love.
Your post beautifully reflects on how food is a universal love language, filled with memories and emotions. I can relate to the idea of cooking not being a chore but a choice, one that brings people closer together
My earliest food memories center around my mother's kitchen, back when I was in class five. I was always fascinated by cooking and would often hang around, watching her prepare all kinds of dishes. She still makes world best Karela & meat. I’d sit on the kitchen floor, eagerly watching her as she explained the cooking process step by step. Even today, when I’m in the kitchen, I can still hear her voice guiding me through each recipe, just like she used to.
Come, I will cook for you. Biryani and kebabs are my specialties :)
Your post beautifully reflects on how food is a universal love language, filled with memories and emotions. I can relate to the idea of cooking not being a chore but a choice, one that brings people closer together
Thank you! I'm curious, what is your earliest food memory?
My earliest food memories center around my mother's kitchen, back when I was in class five. I was always fascinated by cooking and would often hang around, watching her prepare all kinds of dishes. She still makes world best Karela & meat. I’d sit on the kitchen floor, eagerly watching her as she explained the cooking process step by step. Even today, when I’m in the kitchen, I can still hear her voice guiding me through each recipe, just like she used to.