Afiyet olsun

I felt like a 1950s housewife yesterday when friends called to say, "We're in the area, can we stop by?" and my immediate impulse was to quickly bake some chocolate chip cookies (dairy and gluten free, of course) so the house would smell nice and I'd have something to feed them.

Then tonight again with friends over for dinner, the aromas of the meal still linger long after they've left and I'm doing the dishes with a smile on my face...

Something about nourishing others, sure, but what's occurred to me is how much doing these things actually feeds me...

Reminds me of a time I warned an ex-boyfriend, "Don't you dare tell my family that I iron my sheets" for fear that I'd have to admit to being too much like them instead of the rebellious front I put up. But the last laugh is on me since clearly the desire to play hostess must just be in the blood..