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I'm a sixty-year-old disabled woman with a wonderful husband and good family.I've been enjoying cooking for over 45 years (my mother was a terrible cook, but both of my grandmother's were wonderful, so by eight, I just followed their leads). Good cooks don't only KNOW how to cook and how to save money doing so, (although that helps). Mainly, they enjoy trying new things and the challenges to trying to make something out of not much of anything...during the depression(s) of the past 125 years, many cooks have had plenty of time to become compelled to learn to do so. The put all they have into it--especially if they were homely girls and had no pretty faces or daddy's money to fall back on. You see, men still travel on their bellies (thank Goodness). For many years, the meals that people gladly came home to after life-changing hard days of work on the streets in the unforgiving cities of the north and south, where jobs were scarce, and people often far less than heartless, the smell of your mom's or grandma or aunt's quality cooking made just for you and yours could turn your whole day''s attitutude around in seconds. Just knowing how much "someone" loved you--loved you enough to work miracles from small pieces of meat and a dusting of spices and flour so they could try their best to please you and keep you coming back home nightly--and not out of the dangerous streets where few who went there returned with even what they left with, left alone, most time with a whole lot less that before-- was and still is a big deal for families around the world. Food means love. Amen.
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