Cooking.

I wake up, thinking about it.

Food is my passion, love language.

I go to bed, dreaming about it.

Some people say cooking takes so much time and eating takes just a few minutes, so it isn’t worth it. I disagree.

The food you cooked might end up in your stomach melting away in its dance with the digestive enzymes, but the way it makes you feel is a forever thing, I think. It is nostalgia, success, failure, happiness, acceptance and so much more.