I was walking down the trail from Mirror Lake when I said that my shoes were causing me cramps. My hubby offered to re-tie my shoe laces and even illustrated a new way of tying a knot that did not need me to double tie it. Now, I considered that so loving and quite generous. I was quite happy, even if tired at the end of the trail. When we got back to the campsite, I pan-seared salmon for both of us and paired it with pan-sauteed asparagus and fuji apples. Like Raymond Oliver said, “”Cooking is like the fruit of a great love: a strong and slightly egotistical love on the part of the men, altruistic and sensitive on the part of the women. Be it one or the other, it is always present, demanding its share of gratitude and recognition. Isn’t this natural?
For therein lies a basic principle. Cooking cannot, without risk, be stripped of its intentions, of its rites, of its symbols. It must create happiness at any price. There can be no happiness without love, that goes without saying, whatever the form of the latter. ” I create happiness through my cooking…
