I do not remember eating my first green asparagus. I wish I did, though, because I would have liked to savour that moment, it must have been delicious and different, a bit mind-blowing maybe.
Lately I was wondering “how did this or that taste for the first time to me?” Every time I give my child new flavours I enjoy her ecstasy face and wish I could feel the same. If I only could rescue those moments from my inner child’s memory. But I found that cooking for her and feeding her is a way of becoming alive those hidden experiences, using love as a link.
Yes, I think nurturing and cooking for others, do bring these memory or the deep connection there in that. So even though we do not remember, our bodies do, and we no there is something. Cooking for my children has always be act of love, and now that they are grown ups, it makes me so happy, that they love food and eating and are good at cooking themself.
Lately I was wondering “how did this or that taste for the first time to me?” Every time I give my child new flavours I enjoy her ecstasy face and wish I could feel the same. If I only could rescue those moments from my inner child’s memory. But I found that cooking for her and feeding her is a way of becoming alive those hidden experiences, using love as a link.
Thank you!
Yes, I think nurturing and cooking for others, do bring these memory or the deep connection there in that. So even though we do not remember, our bodies do, and we no there is something. Cooking for my children has always be act of love, and now that they are grown ups, it makes me so happy, that they love food and eating and are good at cooking themself.