Our story began 2005, Feb 14th.
Durban, South Africa. A Surfer met a Gypsy at Capoeira class. It was a Monday, after the first day of our third year at University.
7 years later, in the province where it all began, we told everyone we loved to join us for a festival of families, a love
celebration . . . our wedding.
Friends and family came as far as California, Thailand, Belgium and Detroit. And on the Monday before our wedding I was given the most thoughtful and loving gift.
My sister, Koko, compiled a recipe book that she titled:
Share. Cook. Love
Gathered by the women that love you.
As I opened this gift at my surprise Kitchen Tea, it felt as though my heart was reliving my most touching memories-an overwhelming feeling of love washed over me and misted my eyes. I paged through over 50 recipes of family and friends that represented so many facets in my life. From friends that were celebrating our marriage from afar, in Brasil, New York, Chicago and Nicaragua- I was able hear their voice through their shared words and recipes. This cookbook was made for me and the diversity in dishes and loving varieties directly reflected the beautiful community of women in my life. From dressings, to desserts, every tradition and recipe chosen for my own personal anthology of culinary linguists will be cherished throughout my life.
Now when I am missing my family and friends and want to create and cook from my heart–I can thank everyone who contributed to this emblem of friendship and love. As a bride, it was a collage of memory that reverberated through my heart and now as a wife, it is a personal love resource from all the sisters and mothers that I get to celebrate with. I have years of memory and new memories to look forward to, by creating edible creations curated by them.
This is culinary linguists at it’s best: a true example of love.