World Domination Summit was this past weekend, July 5-7. Wow, what an epic ride. There were so many things from that weekend that had me laughing, on the verge of tears, thinking a-ha, YES!
I thought on Monday, wow I could have taken pictures of everything I ate at the food carts, that would have been an great write up but I didn’t take any pictures…and what’s a food blog without a food porn?
But what was amazing about the whole experience could be summed up in advice given to my by a 3x attendee when I said I felt a bit of overwhelm. She said, and I will paraphrase, go stand in a line and strike up a conversation and see what happens. The most amazing things happen in lines, first evening at the zoo, standing in line for a salad, I met Harrison, Nick and Emily, Emily went for a beverage and brought back Mary and Jessica; cruising the food lines for something gluten-free for lunch the next day I ran into someone that I knew online and had hoped to meet. Next to Brenda was Myra, all three of us gluten-free, bonding ensued until the end.
I can trace back my love of all things food starting with my Grandma and reinforced by my Mom and Aunties. This lineage, bone deep or at least stomach deep is about love. Feeding the body not only nourishes that body but adding love, the ingredient, like umami, gives a dish that indescribable element that feeds the soul.
Everything I cook, concoct and create is part of me and gifted to the eater. It doesn’t matter if I am the only recipient or it’s a group of people, my intent is the same. It doesn’t matter if it’s a complex dish with a million ingredients or a simple, homey bowl of goodness that fills the belly, love is in there. The preparation; choosing the ingredients, slicing and dicing, mixing, seasoning and always tasting, it’s magical.
Gifts are meant to be shared, just like food. I don’t have children of my own but I do have nieces and nephews that I like to borrow. I love these little people and wish I could spend more time with all of them.
Recently my niece, Kaitlyn, spent the night as part of her birthday present from me. She’s now eight (how do they grow up so fast?!?!?) and she’s become a bit more adventurous with food. We made pizzas for dinner and I loved watching her take command of her process; working the dough, spreading out the sauce aaallllll the way to the edges, mix up the cheeses and sprinkling the whole thing with a Greek seasoning. She tried a grain free pancake I made for breakfast the next day and it met with approval, or at least that was my interpretation when she said, “You should give my Mom this recipe.” After a busy day of mani/pedis, book shopping and lunch (yes those nachos were bigger than her head) we finished out the day at Moonstruck Chocolates with some hot chocolate and truffles. I think this face says it all!