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cooking together.

A few weeks ago a cooking class spontaneously came out of a day of baking. The ladies at church asked me to teach them how to make cake. I was excited about this opportunity for many reasons, but mostly just to share and interact with these ladies that I have come to love so very much.

We made some cupcakes and cookies. It was a mess to say the least. I did not think about needing to convert the measurements into the metric system for them. Eventually, we figured it out and we had a lot of fun.

I'm not sure who came up with the idea to have cooking class every week but we decided that it should and that it should be international, learning how to make foods from all over the world.

We started off with French food.

The quiche was quite a hit and very delicious.

The next week we made Mexican food. You can see pictures from that delicious taco-filled day at our baking blog, here

In the next few weeks, we'll be making Indian food, Korean food, Mongolian food, Greek food (maybe) and Russian food, to name a few. 

I mentioned a little bit about this on the cooking blog but being able to share a meal and talk with these ladies has been such a blessing for me. Cooking and eating is something that all people do. No matter who you are or where you are from. 

Cooking brings people together because it is a part of our every day life. When we cook together, we are living life together. When we live life together, we can be a part of each other's ebbing and flowing. 

In that cooking, sharing and living we are blessed with great meaning.

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