I love food. I mean I really love food…eat it, cook it…doesn’t matter. I love it all. (This is a large reason I “try” to exercise…so I can eat whatever I want and not feel guilty about it).
My obsession began at an early age when one of my favorite things to do was make the extra special guacamole recipe with my grandma. It continued in high school when I was insistent on making pie crust from scratch during “pie week” in home economics. And my obsession was pretty well set in my sophomore year of college when I bought a gourmet cookbook and made my own tortilla chips and chocolate mousse (no, not eaten together) using a dilapidated 1970’s avocado-green stove in my dorm room (if you’re wondering, it was Lawrenson Hall at UNC, more apartment-like than dorm-like).
Discovering new recipes and trying new flavors is a passion. My favorite flavor for anything is lemon. Everything can always use more lemon – broccoli, fish, popcorn…
Lucky for me, I married into a family also obsessed with food. My mother-in-law is Greek; those of you not familiar with the Greeks should know 1) good food and family are very important and 2) they love lemon…which means I love them!
When Stephen and I were dating, I earned my way into the hearts of his family not because of my sweet, charming disposition, but because I attempted, and was successful at, cooking a Greek meal.
Even before Ella was born, I knew I wanted to make her baby food. At the time, it wasn’t so much for the nutritional-I-know-where-it-comes-from factor, it was because I love cooking that much and thought it would be fun. I did appreciate knowing what was in the food she tried, but I just enjoyed making it.
I made my way through the suggested recipes but also created some fantastic combos with herbs and spices added in.
I have created a little foodie in my daughter.
I love watching Ella’s reactions to the foods I serve her and she is an excellent eater. There hasn’t been a food yet she has turned her nose up to. I know it’s coming, but I’m so proud of her for trying everything. I was lucky with pregnancy in that pizza was my only food aversion, so I took it serious when I read the baby would taste everything I ate; same with feeding her breast milk.
I always wanted her to be a good eater and not just because food is the thing that sustains us, I wanted her to truly enjoy what she was eating; because that’s the family culture she was being born into.
I work for a company whose job it is to finance the people who help feed the world. I grew up in Denver, a far cry from a farm community, so food was just food to me. However, after my time at this company, I have come to truly appreciate the people I help finance and the products they provide.
I also attribute my love of food to Stephen’s uncle, Peter. Peter couldn’t hide his excitement for good food and good drinks; it was so contagious every time he shared a new restaurant or bottle of wine with us. He paid attention to what you liked and the next time he came to visit, he had 10 of that special something. He is the reason we are the food snobs we are today. Unfortunately, a few years ago, Peter left us a little too soon; but every meal we cook or every restaurant we visit, we raise a glass (or Sippy cup) to celebrate him and what he brought to our family. We always know he’s keeping a hand in our culinary experiences.
It is because of my job and of Peter that I try so hard to introduce as many flavors as I can to Ella.
I know it’s silly to be so deep on a topic such as food, but it’s really about having an appreciation for where your food comes, the people who help get it to your table, and the joy that comes from truly tasting what you eat.
Think of the family recipe on the tattered card or piece of scratch paper, passed down year after year, and the love that has gone into that dish over time.
I love food, my family loves food, and I am so excited to share that with my daughter.
The next time you sit down to a meal with your family, just take a minute to truly enjoy it – all of it.