Yes, I’m from the South. And yes, I like to cook.
The Confession
If there is one thing that brings me peace, it’s cooking. Well, technically eating, but we can keep it cute and say cooking.
There is something about having the ingredients perfectly arranged in front of me. My mise en place organized while maintaining direct access to the sink and stove. I recently realized how much of my focus is based in the kitchen while I was creating my housewarming registry. Of my gift requests, 72% of my requests were in the kitchen category. 72% y’all! And I could have kept going, but I wanted to make sure folks knew I purchased a home and not a test kitchen.
The Vibes
I even ponder on the moments in restaurants when I taste my food and automatically know what’s in it. I pride myself in knowing my vegetables and my seasonings. And then after that third bite, I already have tomorrow’s lunch menu in mind. At this point, I’m eating slower to be sure I have a good amount of food left over to create the remixed meal that’s formulating in my head.
Once in the kitchen, I feel like Remy in Ratatouille once Linguini puts him in his hat. The magic just unfolds. The beauty in it all is that the food perfectly positioned on the counter is just the guide. Even the leftovers are just a guide. The true magic happens after that first taste. The initial spoonful of the premature creation sets the tone for the meal. It lets me know how I’m feeling. For instance, if I’m feeling like I’m back in Miami, I’ll give it a savory kick. Or maybe if I’m in Cali, I can turn it into a clean, fresh feel. Sometimes it’s a simple meal where my personal seasoning blend will suffice. Either way, it’s my time to create.
The Layers
Cooking for me is a bit deeper than most, I reckon. It’s the journey of history and the expectancy of the future. I remember watching my paternal grandmother in the kitchen. Every bit of Waycross, Georgia resided in her kitchen. Her love, her perseverance and especially her presentation was announced in every meal she prepared. A simple turkey and cheese sandwich was transformed into layers of Granny’s talks and lessons.
The BEST lunch days were the ones that had that secret note from Granny reminding me that she loved me and that I was amazing. And you best not have a bite until you’ve prayed. Granny’s meals were lessons—a lesson from a loved one wrapped with a hug encompassed by a brown paper bag.
When I cook, I think of her. I was the youngest grandbaby and that was our thing. I didn’t like or listen to most adults. But Granny, I dare not oblige. She was this little woman, with a strength beyond words and wisdom applicable to every situation. She was of few words, but my goodness, were those words mighty! My world stopped when she passed. Like when Beyoncé stated, “World Stop,” in the song “Feeling Myself.” My “Carry On” was delayed, but eventually it happened in the kitchen.
The Lesson
When I say delayed, I mean delayed. I had to learn that cooking was my gift. And like all gifts, not everyone was deserving. I remember the times I blew a gasket over being asked to fix a bowl of cereal for the wrong recipient and the times where I made homemade lasagna for a fleeting love interest. And like most good meals, a marinade was necessary. I had to marinade. I had to deal with pain, deal with life and most importantly deal with myself. I had to love myself so I could effectively share that love.
The thing about love (like any excellent thing) is that it’s mostly unpacked in the process. The journey. The acknowledgment that some days are better than others. The acceptance that some things are out of your control. The patience in knowing some foods have to come out of the oven and rest before serving. I’m still sitting on the cooling rack like any good steak.
The Result
Similar to a great thing in a process, reflection is necessary. I see a lot of areas I need to marinade on and some areas that are headed straight to the trash. I taste when something is off. I smell when something is spoiled. And I see when something is right.
I’ve learned that some things need no words. I just take my portion away. And in those beautiful moments when I can add, I do. I add seafood. I add peppers. I add grains. I add me.
And honestly, I am the best ingredient. With me comes Granny, Pops, Momma, my brothers, my aunts, my friends and all of my experiences.
Cooking is my passion. So, to receive a meal from me is to have a piece of me. It’s to learn my essence and to allow me to love and heal on you.
Anita is a native of Miami, Florida. A Taurus through and through. She enjoys experiencing life first hand, which is why she is working on filling up her passport with stamps and stories to tell of each addition. As the youngest of five, family is her essence of life. She is highly motivated by the black experience and intent on being Christ-like (although, she understands she’ll fall short). Stay posted to see what she has to say and say HEYYYY NITA when you see her. ☺
I loved this post! The way you weave together family, love, and cooking is beautiful 😍
Awww thanks! My three favorite things. Again, eating is definitely up there with the faves lol.
I love the way you draw us in with your imagery! Was hanging on to every word. What a beautiful piece 🥰
Thanks Faith! I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m ready to see the next one you create!!
Wow! Very powerful article. All in one spoonful, you paid homage to your ancestors, family, and most importantly yourself. The best ingredient ever. In reading your story, I realized, we dont take enough time to appreciate the beauty in the process. This article was a reminder to stop and be mindful. Thank you Queen
I love it!! The process is everything. That’s where all the growth happens. We have to learn to commit to the process and realize in life sometimes there is no destination. It’s all a journey. The journey of life.
Love, love, love this! Of course, I would because I love food! 😉 Food made from the soul, with love and with a purpose is the best! Awesome article Anita!!
Thanks Connie!! I appreciate it!
Anita this post is absolutely beautiful! I felt like I was right there in the kitchen with you and your grandmother. It also brought back some special memories I’ve shared with loved ones that have now passed. Thank your for filling my heart today ❤️
Oh great! I’m glad it was received well! Thank you 😊