I don’t cook because I’m perfect. I am the furthest thing from it.
I don’t cook because I feel like every woman should do all the cooking and be put together all the time. Lord knows that isn’t me.
I don’t cook because I have so much spare time that I don’t know what to do with it. I would nap, or drink.
I cook because there is something so therapeutic about it. It is relaxing, and I am in total control. It is so much better for me than the things I used to do to exercise total control.
But the best part about cooking is when you get to recreate a recipe that brings back old memories. For me, making zupa Toscana brings me all the feels. Back in college two of my best friends and I would make dinner every Thursday, and often other nights, before we would go out. By cook dinner I mean that they would cook dinner while I provided moral support, helped consume the wine, and sometimes chopped vegetables on the rare occasion that they wanted to trust me with a knife.
We would blast music and dance around with our booze. There would be laughing and singing, horrible horrible singing.
Zupa was one of our most cooked meals. It was a take on an Italian soup served at Olive Garden. Olive Garden was also special because that was our “hangover” food. As often as we could we would roll out of bed at 1pm, try not to look at the light, and drive to Olive Garden for unlimited soup salad and breadsticks.
So now on cold nights like last night when I need a warm pick me up, I start chopping potatoes and kale and make some zupa, because soup and memories can always warm your body and soul.