We all want to leave behind a legacy. Just like Gus from TFIOS, we all fear oblivion. Does the gap between what you want to do and what you can do gape at you as well? I try not to let myself fall into the rabbit hole of my thoughts laced with bumpy what-ifs and what-if-nots and try to pull myself towards the what-I-cans.
I want to compile my recipes into a cookbook and imagine my progeny stumble across it; hidden in a trunk box with my other possessions - slambooks from school and college days, a rose pressed between the pages of my journal, napkins with signatures strewn on - reminders for evenings spent happily in cafes and restaurants, keepsakes from first date, that special movie ticket, ID cards from school to post-graduation, souvenirs of people and places, collection of chocolate and chips wrappers, cap of the first beer bottle, and some other things which benefit more from silence than words.
As they open the cookbook and try to recreate the dishes created decades ago, I hope they add their own touch. I hope the dishes remind them of the love I will always have for them and cooking them takes away their pain, even if only for a moment. When they come home after a bad day at work, may the comfort food comfort them. On happy days, may the sweets add to the sweetness of their day. On a lazy day, may the one-pot meals be their savior.
And maybe that's the little legacy I would like to leave behind - A warm hug to my family, friends, and whoever chooses to open my cookbook - through simple recipes.
With this thought in mind, I open another blank document and start typing out the recipes that I have been putting off for the past 6 months!
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