Food is not my love language

Notes on cooking, family, and domesticity

Yesterday I went on a cooking spree. I made rice with beans and plantains. I made a rhubarb crisp. When I got off work early, I went to the grocery store where there was a sale on rockfish and I bought a filet and fried it at home. This is all notable mostly because I am not often moved to cook—for myself or others. The urge tends to overtake me suddenl…