I played with some different names for this blog, but realized it had to be Cindy's Cozy Kitchen. I began calling my kitchen by that name when my sons were young. At that time in their lives, the ultimate happiness was a trip to Mickey D's for chicken nuggets (back when their origin was a mystery), fries, a soft drink plus a fabulous (so they thought) toy.
Discussions about meals often went something like this: "Mom, can we go out to eat tonight? Please, please?!?" I would often reply, "Sure! We're going to Cindy's Cozy Kitchen!" To say they were dismayed would not properly express their displeasure. At the time.
Fortunately, as their bodies matured, their palates improved. They came to appreciate my homemade dishes and even invited their friends over for dinner. When our older son's punk rock band members began to choose to eat with us rather than pick up drive-through, I realized that attention + home cooking + love wins even teenage hearts!
But well-fed boys keep growing, and eventually they leave home. Somewhere around the first semester away in college, what they craved most was a meal Mom cooked. These days before driving home, they call me to order their favorite menu items. I don't have to offer a toy or prize to compel them to eat at home. And they bring their friends. Lots and lots of friends. Cindy's Cozy Kitchen FTW!
Discussions about meals often went something like this: "Mom, can we go out to eat tonight? Please, please?!?" I would often reply, "Sure! We're going to Cindy's Cozy Kitchen!" To say they were dismayed would not properly express their displeasure. At the time.
Fortunately, as their bodies matured, their palates improved. They came to appreciate my homemade dishes and even invited their friends over for dinner. When our older son's punk rock band members began to choose to eat with us rather than pick up drive-through, I realized that attention + home cooking + love wins even teenage hearts!
But well-fed boys keep growing, and eventually they leave home. Somewhere around the first semester away in college, what they craved most was a meal Mom cooked. These days before driving home, they call me to order their favorite menu items. I don't have to offer a toy or prize to compel them to eat at home. And they bring their friends. Lots and lots of friends. Cindy's Cozy Kitchen FTW!
Congratulations on your new blog! I love the story of how you came up with the name. So fun! Sounds like something I would have said :)
ReplyDeleteHope you'll post pictures of those DELICIOUS Avocado Pelatas! Oh yes, AND the recipe.
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