I remember sitting on the old bin table. I must have been only about three-years-old. My Nani talked to me while she measured ingredients. She gave me the cups and spoonfuls to pour into the mixing bowl. Some of them required two hands. I also tried to stir, my uncoordinated child’s hands barely shifting the contents of the mixing bowl
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I love this entry, for many reasons, but perhaps because I have found such joy from growing and making so many of my own foods from scratch (stereotypes be damned). There is so much amazement and gratitude to be found in bringing the food forth from the earth, manipulating in my hands and baking and/or cooking it into an amazing meal, and understanding how it not only nourishes our bodies, but our hearts and souls and social/family relationships as well. It is our deepest connection to the world around us, and rightfully so.
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