Perhaps I realized on the day I was born, in a great big two-poster bed that had been specially made for my great grandfather in Washington C.H., Ohio, by a carpenter named Burnette, the first piece of furniture my great grandfather commissioned when he returned home from the Civil War and awaited his upcoming marriage to his fiance. I now have that bed, my birthplace. Anyway, I believe whatever thing of value that we make in life is messy at some time during the process, and that's where the fun is, at least partly.
That's why I love cooking! The feel of getting your hands into it, like noodles, just getting all messy and gooey, becoming part of it! Then the wonderful smells, sometimes the sound, the sight of food when it comes together, and then of course the final reward~the taste! There is so much personal satisfaction in that!
Sharing the fun with friends or family suddenly bumps it up to the next level.
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