To me, cooking is not a game or a contest. It’s an expression of love in its simplest form. This doesn’t mean it has to be some super fancy 4-course dinner that takes all day to prepare—it could be a bag of ramen.
To cook means to feed your body and your mind. It helps you express love to the world and to another person when sometimes you can’t find the words.
Great food can almost bring anyone to the table. How wonderful would that be to use well-thought-out to mend fences to cure the world’s ills? I am not suggesting a pizza can solve world peace all at once, but what if you called that old friend you haven’t talked to in years and went out and had a slice? What if you asked your parent you struggle to connect with to come over this summer, grill out, and catch up. The gesture of inviting someone over for a meal seems very small, but it starts with a willingness to try to love once again when before you could not find a way.
The table is a great place to gather to talk it out. It helps if you sit down with some amount of gratitude and humbleness.
I love to transform someone’s dining room into a wonderful gathering place of love and laughter. It gives me great happiness to help build an experience that forces you to put down the electronics and get back to what matters the most—each other.
I am trying to—in my special way—bring people together in a way that seems to be long forgotten. Let’s not forget that without each other, all we have is just a plate of food.