As we near the end of the 2018 holiday season I’ve been reflecting a lot on what some of my favorite holiday memories are and I realize that most of them involve food in one way or another.
So when I say that food is my love language, I’m not trying to be silly. To me, cooking is an act of love. You take food when somebody is sick, you make special food for holidays, you have special meals for life’s celebrations, you go out for special meals to mark achievements. Food brings people together better than anything else, in my opinion.
Cooking is one of the greatest things I can do for another. Time spent making sure people are happy and full is never time spent wasted. I may not be the best cook in the kitchen, but I’ve been blessed to grow up in a family of cooks on all sides, ready and willing to instruct. I’m so thankful they had the patience to teach me, even when I didn’t have the patience to listen.
Many of my favorite memories with family and friends are tied to shared meals and lessons in the kitchen. I’ve learned that a dropped chocolate cake, still in the carrier, is just as good when it is scraped out of a lid as it is when it is gleaming on a cake stand. A turkey can be brined in an old Coleman in the garage, as long as you weigh down the top to keep the raccoons out. Dishes that are well-used and well-loved never go out of fashion (not even Nana’s Desert Rose). Tomatoes are never as big as the ones grown in a home garden. There’s never a bad time to make some bacon and, when in doubt, add more butter.
I hope you and yours had a wonderful holiday season with wonderful memories and delicious food!
Here’s to a good 2019 (and all the meals ahead)!