I never thought my family could love me more. Not until I learned how to cook and found out that cooking is an act of love and a voluntary servitude that says more than “I love you.”
I never really wanted to cook. There was just no reason to. My mother, Teresita, was a wonderful cook, and she had trained our household help to become an arguably even better cook than she. I eventually inherited the cook when I had my own household.
Besides, for most of my adult life, all I wanted was to be a successful career woman and lawyer, a good wife and an even better mother. Knowing how to cook was not on my list of things to accomplish before retirement.
You can ask my friend, chef Reggie…
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