I have cooked and been around cooks my whole my life.
When I was a child, I would watch my great-grandmother Nola cook. It is one of my fondest memories from my early childhood.
I would look at her stand over this pot, stir that one. It was a really exciting feeling as a child. All the steam and boiling pots, the smells coming together making my nose dance.
Grandma Nola was a strong firm, but fair woman. She was known for this reputation and it showed. At times I was the only one she allowed in the kitchen, it made me feel privileged.
Now like my beloved great-grandmother, those times are long gone.
I can’t say that I wanted to be a cook, I just cooked my whole life.
Furthermore, I wouldn’t say that I don’t like to cook, I just don’t love to cook. At my current job, I cook. I just use my skills and cook as I would want someone to cook for me.
This doesn’t necessarily mean I cook with love at my job, it trained behavior. To me, that is the difference between those who can cook and those who love to cook.
What is the Point? I am glad you asked.
I eat hamburgers, I have always been a burger guy.
Okay. Details are important, I have always been a cheeseburger guy. No singles for me though, I am a double cheeseburger dude, two pieces of cheese. (Details are important.
🤣) I don’t get you double patty, single cheese people; and I am not a fan of cheese.
N.E. who, I make burgers for all kinds of people at my job. People love the burgers, they say, “You make the best burgers.” I just smile and continue to work.
I end with this question: Is there love in the burgers because I love to eat them?
Or are the burgers good because I have made them my whole life?🤔
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