爱好烹饪的作文 Cooked With Love：
It was about ten years ago. It was a cold, gray and gloomy Winter’s day. A steady rain was falling that soaked my clothes and chilled my bones. I was walking over to visit my Dad and although his house was only a short walk from mine, I was already wet and miserable. I knocked on his door and stepped in. A warm steam was floating from the kitchen. It touched my nose and suddenly I was eight years old again. Dad was making Nana’s special sauce.
那是大约十年前的事了。 那是一个寒冷、灰暗、阴沉的冬日。 一场持续不断的雨滴落下，浸湿了我的衣服，冰凉了我的骨头。 我走过去看望我爸爸，虽然他的房子离我家只有很短的步行路程，但我已经湿透了，很痛苦。 我敲了敲他的门，走了进去。厨房里飘出一股暖流。 它碰到了我的鼻子，突然间我又回到了八岁。 爸爸正在做娜娜的特制酱汁。
When I was growing up every Sunday after church Nana would make us an Italian feast. She would slow cook her spaghetti sauce for hours. She would throw in olive oil, salt, sugar, pepper, bay leaves, parsley, and garlic. Then she would drop in potatoes, chicken, meat balls, sausage and sometimes even steak. When it was done cooking we would mix in the spaghetti, fix up the plates, and sprinkle on the grated cheese. It always left our bellies full, our hearts happy, and the house smelling Heavenly.
当我每个星期天在教堂后长大的时候，娜娜都会让我们成为意大利人的盛宴。 她会慢煮意大利面酱几个小时。 她会加入橄榄油、盐、糖、胡椒、月桂叶、欧芹和大蒜。 然后她会吃土豆、鸡肉、肉丸、香肠，有时甚至是牛排。 煮好后，我们会加入意大利面，固定盘子，然后撒上磨碎的奶酪。 它总是让我们的肚子饱满，我们的心快乐，房子闻起来像天堂一样。
I sat down while Dad made me a plate. It felt so good having a meal like we used to when I was a boy. We talked about those old times and laughed over the memories both good and bad. And I noticed something too. I didn’t feel cold anymore. Oh, my clothes were still soaked from the rain but my heart was warm, my spirit was light, and both my face and stomach were smiling.
我坐下来，爸爸给我做了一个盘子。 像我小时候那样吃饭的感觉真好。 我们谈论那些旧时光，并为那些美好和糟糕的回忆而欢笑。 我也注意到了一些事情。 我不再觉得冷了。 哦，我的衣服还被雨淋湿了，但我的心是暖的，我的精神是轻的，我的脸和肚子都在微笑。
Dad and Nana have been gone for years now. I still miss them both every single day. And although my daughter and I both know how to make Nana’s special sauce we don’t cook it as often as we could. Maybe it is because no matter how hard I try I can never get it 100% right. I think that maybe I am missing an ingredient. Or maybe it was just the Love with which Nana and Dad cooked it that made it so delicious. Either way this Winter I am going to make some again. I need its warmth. I need its goodness. And when I cook it with love, I know that Nana and Dad will be smiling down on me from Heaven. May all your meals be cooked with love then. May all your days be filled with love. May your entire life be lived with love. And may you always feel God’s love smiling down on you.
爸爸和娜娜已经离开多年了。 我仍然每天都想念他们。 虽然我女儿和我都知道如何制作娜娜的特制酱汁，但我们并没有尽可能经常做。 也许是因为无论我多么努力，我都无法做到 100% 正确。 我想也许我缺少一种成分。 或者，也许正是娜娜和爸爸用爱来烹制它，让它如此美味。 不管怎样，今年冬天我要再做一些。 我需要它的温暖。 我需要它的善良。 当我用爱来烹饪时，我知道娜娜和爸爸会从天堂对我微笑。 愿你所有的饭菜都充满爱。 愿你的每一天都充满爱。 愿你的一生都充满爱。 愿你总能感受到上帝的爱对你微笑。
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