I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
By the time my brothers and I got to high school our father had stopped preparing daily lunches for us. Perhaps we rejected them because he would make thick, dry meatloaf sandwiches or the white bread would turn soggy and purple when my peanut butter …
Sometimes you’ve just arrived home, it’s late, and you don’t feel like cooking. Sometimes you didn’t prepare ahead, you’re hungry, and a proper dinner would simply take too long. Sometimes not everyone will eat the same entrée, and making a traditional meal would be too …
