Around a year ago I woke up and decided to quit smoking after 10 long years. I finally realized that this body I was attached to was part of me and not on loan. The years of neglect and abuse on my body began flooding my memory. As well as the disease and illness that flood my family's history. I became paniked, stressed at the least. Then I remember what my father taught me: All we have is this day, and that is the most important thing. So I began living for each day; taking better care of myself each day. Not to say I don't have off days, I do. I teach preschool, you're bound to get a pinched nerve or two here and there. But I try to start each day positive, mindful, and healthful. Along with a re-discovering of my zest for life this journey has given me a passion for cooking. I believe the heart and soul of humanity is best shared sitting around the kitchen talking while something hearty and wonderful is cooking. This is what I want to share with all of you.
