Cooking was life. Itâs how they reconnected after the workday was over and their laptops closed. New recipes were like new adventures, they would say. And their kitchen was their haven. Cooking was also how they kept in touch with those dearest to them. They hosted friendsâeight, ten, twelve at a time, all scattered throughout the home, mixing and mingling. Moving seamlessly from the hearth room to the living room to the kitchen, never to far away for a conversation. Their friends often commented on the Jacuzzi tub, the stone countertops, the built-in speaker system, the three car garageâbut they shrugged off the compliments. To them, life was about connecting with others. And every night after the meal was over and the guests had gone, theyâd meet out by the water, glasses of wine in hand. And theyâd talk about tomorrow and the menu they had planned.