Show Yourself some Love

Show Yourself some Love

Many moons ago, I loved to cook.  It was fun to experiment in the kitchen—to have a vision for something exotic (baklava) or even ordinary, like minestrone, and make it happen.  But somewhere along the way, after having a child, and launching my business, cooking and all the prep involved with it became an exhausting chore.  My life, and mind, were so filled with other responsibilities, that I began to cook by the smell of burnt—scorching more pots and pans than a person has a right to—all in name of a few brussel sprouts.