Sometimes I process life through reading for long periods of time. Other times I take peaceful walks, swing with abandon, or deep-clean.

Recently, all I’ve wanted to do is set up camp in the kitchen and cook.

There’s something about the melding of flavors, the softness of kneading dough, the bubbling of simmering stew, and the explosion of delicious tastes and smells of a well-worn kitchen that energizes me.

Today I’m thankful to be able to cook. I’m thankful for a family to cook for, food to cook with, and a kitchen to cook in. Today is full of blessings and I don’t take them lightly.