Memories count. Every meal cooked at home is cooked from Love.

Rain or shine it comes every day. The infamous question? WHAT”S for Dinner?

And don’t you just love when you name off everything and still, Nobody has any idea.

Followed by the thought. Do we go out for dinner? Order in? Does anybody have any ideas? What are you in the mood for?

You”all start naming them off; Chinese, Italian, Greek, Steak, Chicken,  Mexican, that great sub shop around the corner? What about the one that makes great Philly Beef sandwiches?

Who doesn’t enjoy being spoiled by a lovely cooked meal? You know the one. If you’re anything like me. It’s the one I never had to do anything with but to make my way there and order. Or, these days just use my smartphone to order from almost any restaurant to be delivered.

No mess, no grocery store shopping, no cooking. A few types on a smart vice or a drive in the car and you’re there.

Memories count. Every meal cooked at home is cooked from Love.

INSPIRATION

I can tell you some of the best times and the funniest I’ve had in life. Cooking with my Mother and my Sister. You can’t replace that time nor the first one which spoke “whoops” while making something new. Yes, this was almost always me with the “whoops” and my Mother or Sister with “perfect!”. In my defense, the time my Sister opened the bag of stuffing and it went EVERYWHERE!  6 am Thanksgiving Morning. That was funny. Thank Goodness Albertsons was always open for a savior! Memories count.

Remeber each Year. They all hold something funny and built around Family love.  from year to year. The laughter and the creation of making every dish always became a memory. Watching your Mom or Grandmother make it just right.

Call me old-fashioned, that’s fine. I’d much rather cook at home.