A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Lao-tzu
This post will be on the shorter side, but yesterday I took the first step in my journey across the pond. In four to 6 weeks, I should have my passport! The countdown for my trip is at 186 days and getting smaller by the day. I used google street view to look at the area where my hotel is, and it’s absolutely fantastic. I can’t wait to be in London having a cuppa.
There is something that I must confess; I love to cook and perhaps the only thing I enjoy as much as cooking is eating. The creative process in putting together a meal is inspiring. Cooking is a labor of love, why else would someone spend all day cooking just to have the meal gone in thirty minutes? It is not about the hours of preparation and cooking that went into the meal, but rather the result it brings. Meals, and food in general, bring people together and are one of the many ways that we can show love to others. They are a vessel through which we celebrate big events like an engagement, promotion at work, or a child’s birthday. It can also serve as a source of comfort when we are sick or grieving.
A lot of my favorite memories of my Grandparents center around food. Even now, I can still remember the way it smelled in my Grandma’s and Mamaw’s kitchens. It’s a smell that is hard to describe, I can only say it smelled like love and home. I remember everyone gathering in the kitchen for breakfast to get some of my Great Grandmother’s famous Czechoslovakian eggs (basically scrambled eggs with cream cheese ). They were the best scrambled eggs I’ve ever had. The only thing more famous than her scrambled eggs were her kolaches, a Czech pastry.
I remember my Mamaw letting me sit in the kitchen with her while she cooked. I would always ask questions why she was doing things the way she was. One time I even got to help her make fried eggplant. She made the best applesauce, though she just said that she doctored it up, it was the best to me. Some of my most prized possessions from her are the dumpling recipes and her recipe for pretzel that she passed down to me. As many times as I have attempted to duplicate her food, it’s never the same.
I was always sitting in the kitchen at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house when either one of them were preparing food. My Grandma must have had some secret to poaching eggs that she never told me about, because my poached eggs never turn out as good. Then there is my Grandpa’s cucumber salad. That salad was always a favorite of mine. All the spices he used melded so perfectly together.
I have never been able to duplicate any family recipes to the level that my Grandparents did. From the butteriness of my Grandma’s poached eggs to the perfect ratio of cinnamon to sugar in my Mamaw’s applesauce. My attempts always fall short. It may be that because they were always preparing the food for the people they loved and the love they felt spilled over into the food. It could be that I wasn’t in quite the right mood when I was making those attempts. Whatever the reason may be, I will always cherish those moments spent in the kitchen.
Why start a blog and why now? To give the short answer, I love to write. In my almost 30 years of adventures, I have done and seen a lot. My next 30 years are going to be filled with adventures beyond my wildest imagination. Starting off with this year, I will finally get my passport and I’ll use it to go to Great Britain and Germany. After that, who knows where the trade winds will take me.
Now to give some information on why I chose this particular name for my blog.
Oxford English Dictionary defines wayfarer and musings like this:
wayfarer, a person who travels on foot.
musings, a period of reflection or thought.
The term wayfarer brings about a certain notion of romanticized travel, seeing the world in such a way that it becomes an intimate experience. I fancy myself to be a traveler, and really, aren’t we all? Granted not everyone travels by foot nowadays, but it’s still traveling. This blog will serve as the platform to share my thoughts or musings as it were on travel, food and life.
We are all stories in the end, so make it a good one.