I admire people who love to cook.  I have some in my life. They show up for their families, repeatedly, preparing yummy dishes made with time, love and care.

I am just… a different breed.

I like to eat relatively healthily so I cook salmon, make salads, and do the sensible, responsible things one does to stay alive and functioning. I am like my mom.

My Mama still says, “I don’t like to cook. Why spend hours creating something that will be eliminated in such a short time?”

She uses different, far more descriptive words, because like Mama’s personality, her language is often spicy.

Even though cooking was never her favorite pastime, she did cook some truly amazing dishes.

One of them was Golden Rod Toast.

To this day, it is my favorite thing to eat. A white, creamy egg gravy poured generously over toast, with the yolks chopped and scattered on top.

Here, she made you a plate.

Doesn’t that look scrumptious?

I have always been more interested in creating something that lasts.

It’s writing.

I love writing the way other people love recipes. My favorite kind made from scratch. No directions. No measurements. I just begin typing the way I am now, and trust something will come together.