I am a lover of food. The taste. The texture. The smell. The look. And Oh! the Mess!
I am trying to figure out how to be a mother and a minister, a woman and a wife, how to write and work, how to nurture my child without starving my identity. And food somehow wraps all of that dilemma up for me, gives me an outlet, and lets me have some fun.
Food is memories. It reminds me of banana pudding my momma made and the bundt cake she made for me at every birthday (and me asking for “butt” cake each year because I couldn’t say it and then because it was a funny tradition). It’s smells that remind me of her, my momma. Smells that make me feel safe. Home. I want that for my little girl.
Food is sacred. It has the capacity to bring us together. Perhaps it’s a bit lofty and naive of me and even silly to say this, but food can cross cultures and prejudices. At the table we become people in need of sustenance, life-giving food for the body and the soul. We need more of those moments with one another.
And oh we women how we become obsessed with it. Eating it. Avoiding it. Eliminating it. Cursing it. Hating our bodies response to it. Well I want to roll it, play with it, learn how to embrace it and still be that sexy woman my husband loves and craves. I want “my cake and want to eat it too.”
So you’re invited to my kitchen. Messy Jessy’s kitchen where I create a mess to make a masterpiece we can enjoy and hopefully somewhere along the way create a masterpiece from the messy ingredients of my life.
Then again … this is just a blog … so just sit back and eat!!!