When you write a cookbook, strange and wonderful things begin to happen. I’ve met some really amazing people both locally and internationally, learned so much about myself and about others, gotten some pretty cool taste-testing gigs, and cooked tons and tons of good food in preparation for the book itself, and for the events surrounding it’s release.
While telling my sons teacher about my project this fall, she excitedly told me that she too had written a cookbook several years ago when her kids were small. How cool is that!?! We’ve since exchanged copies of our books, and I have really been enjoying reading hers. Much like mine, Karen Kirkconnell’s book “In the Company of Friends” reads like a story, and she talks about family life and her children a lot, making the reader instantly comfortable.
Cooking does seem to be a passion in so many households. Just look at the popularity of cook books in general. Everyone seems to have “too many” yet we continue to buy them, and search for new and exciting recipes, trading them with our friends and discussing them at length with everyone from close family to complete strangers. Is it any wonder though, as it is such a necessary part of everyone’s life. Anthropologically speaking, it’s something all families seem to do together (at least in some capacity) and that many families like mine, continue to make an important method of both learning and bonding. Hmm – what a concept. This seemingly simple activity could be such a huge part of the human condition, and the family structure since in all probability, the beginning of time.
Perhaps I should go back to University, and re-write my thesis! 😉
Bottom line, cooking is so important. Cook with your children, your friends, your parents. Make it a priority, for the actions we take today, become the memories we hold in the future.
