Literally every single time I use a mechanical blender for making cookie dough or cake batter I'm transported right back to being four years old, wearing a child-sized apron, baking sweets with my mom.

I've been getting more into cooking since I moved out of my parents' house a few years ago, and it cannot be understated how good it feels to make food for others. People talk about love languages, but I think a very strong one for me these days is making soups for other people. I was lucky to grow up with a mom who loved making a wide variety of foods for the family. I've told her this multiple times.

I really ought to make her some soup.