Earth that gave to us this food
Sun that made it ripe and good
Sun above
And earth below
Our love and thanks to you we show
Blessings on our meal
Amen
How can you take home with you? To me, the home looks like a countertop cluttered with an Instapot, stand mixer, and rice cooker. It tastes like puttanesca and freshly baked cookies. It sounds like my best friend’s laugh while I fail to separate egg whites. Baking and cooking have always been the ways I relax and connect with my friends and family, it is a communal activity. In about nine months I will no longer be at home, nor will I have access to a kitchen for at least my freshman year of college. I’m coming to the conclusion that I will lose these foundations of what comfort looks like. These recipes made over and over have never been written down, they do not exist on paper, simply vague measurements tied to memories of people I love.
My project is to create a completely handmade cookbook that will act as an archive of my loved ones with fifteen to twenty recipes in total.
