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Cooking: A Trip to Memories and Emotions
Cinnamon sticks, mustard powder, a leather doctor’s bag, and a recipe
- I could never imagine your passion for cooking! We all loved the feasts at your house, and we considered you an excellent cook but cooking professionally would make you so happy that it has not passed my mind.
My best friend from university and I were sitting in my restaurant’s yard, talking about my trip from quitting my job in the law field ten years ago, a decade before retirement, to opening a successful restaurant off the beaten path in a village of 250 people.
- I find cooking an excellent excuse to meet and communicate with people. I’ve been brought up this way. If you liked the feasts at my house in Athens, you should have seen the ones at my parents’ house when I was a kid. Anyway, I love to cook with the recipient in mind. To pleasantly surprise them, to satisfy them taste-wise, to make them feel welcome and relaxed in a cozy environment, to take a sweet memory of their visit, and to make them want to come back. There is so much creativity, goodwill, and good humor in this process of making joyful contact with others! So different from dealing with the dysfunction of human relationships, that was my earlier job.
- Having seen you behind a desk or on a courtroom bench, doing nothing but paperwork, I didn’t expect you to enjoy your hand on…
