Dear fellow cooks,
I see you. I see you stirring, chopping, roasting, and mixing. I see the love you put into each meal, how you gather ingredients like little pieces of your heart, hoping to nourish the ones you love. You spend hours flipping through recipes, tweaking flavors, tasting as you go, and there’s beauty in that.
But let’s get real for a second—not every meal has to be a masterpiece. Some days, the energy to create that perfect dish just isn’t there. And that’s okay.
Sometimes, you’ve gotta order the Chinese takeout or make a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You don’t have to make a homemade sauce, or roast the perfect vegetable, or whip up a fresh loaf of bread every time. Sometimes, the most loving thing you can do for yourself—and for the people you feed—is to keep it simple, to take a break.
There’s no shame in the easy meal. In fact, there’s a kind of magic in letting go of perfection. You don’t have to create art on every plate for it to count. A sandwich made with care can be as nourishing as any three-course meal. Takeout eaten together at the table can be just as meaningful as a home-cooked feast.
So today, if all you have in you is takeout or toast, you are still a fantastic cook. The meal doesn’t define you. The care you give, the thought you put in, the love you offer—that’s what matters.
You are enough, and so is your food.
With love and understanding,
Mostly Vegan Mama
Mostly Vegan Mama 