Let me set the scene.
It's Saturday. Mark was a groomsman in a wedding, one that brought in a lot of his high school friends who live out of town. I knew a lot of the guys but not all of them.
Mark: KJ wants to know if we want to cove over for dinner tomorrow.
Kim: Is his mom cooking?
Kim: Is she going to make Middle Eastern food?
The answer was yes. An amazing yes, yes, yes.
The perfect complement? Tea.
As we ate dinner, I peppered KJ's wife with questions about what she cooked and what were her favorite things to make. Biryani was a favorite, as was homemade bread.
"What do you make?" she asked.
I was stumped. I cook a lot - usually - but I don't have a style or dish that I would call my specialty. I don't make traditional German food, which would be a nod to my heritage, nor do I cook English favorites for Mark.
I left the dinner wanting to find my style and specialty. I want to discover the things that make people want to eat at my house the way I now want to go to KJ's.