“If you really want to make a friend, go to someone’s house and eat with him…the people who give you their food give you their heart.”
I’ve been asked before if I actually enjoy cooking this much, or if I’m stuck in a scene from Little House on the Prairie. Truth? I DO love spending time in the kitchen. And to clarify, that would be cooking. Doing the dishes is the worst; however, I will pull it together and get the job done so the kitchen is in prime shape for the next go-around.
I’ve found that the reason I do love cooking so much is because it is my way of showing affection for someone. If I care about you, I will feed you a home-cooked (and balanced) meal. If I don’t care for you…well, you get the leftovers! Just teasin.
Food has a comfort to it. I want to share this comfort with the people I love. Then I want these people to love the food I love. Ask around, my family and friends know I expect both hands thrown in the air (and perhaps a “YEE-HAW”) if you enjoyed your meal.
That’s the connection.
When I give you my food, I give you my heart.
I want you to take it with open arms.