I love to feed people, and I love to cook. Mac has asked me on more than one occasion, "Mom, why do you like to feed people so much? " Honestly, I can't put my finger on it, but there's something deeply satisfying about preparing a meal for the people that you love.
The majority of my children have inherited this trait from me. The majority that didn't ask the question.
I'm thankful for a large kitchen that allows helpers to be present without bumping into one another.
Tonight we had a simple meal of Raised Waffles, sausage, and fresh fruit. Collin volunteered to cut the fruit.
Autumn cooked the sausage.
And I manned the waffle iron. (They're done when the iron stops steaming!)