For me, one of my favorite things is cooking. There are oh so many reasons for this. 1) I find it a great way to unwind. 2) I find joy in feeding people. 3) The end results are yummier than your average hobby. 4) It’s a great way to learn. 5) And finally, there’s something about cooking that acts almost like a time machine. Now, let me explain myself. So many memories in my life are tied to food or cooking: holidays, good times with family and friends, and great meals across the country and around the world. Both of my grandmothers were AMAZING cooks and for me, cooking one of their recipes takes me back to their kitchens. Just the smell of yeast makes me yearn for a slice of my Grandma’s Wheat Bread (link to future post) with butter and a slice of Colby jack cheese, and there’s no better pie crust (link to future post) than those made by Ma Ma. Both of my grandmothers have been in Heaven for years, but every time I make one of their recipes, I feel like they are with me. The fir