I love to cook, bake and tinker in the kitchen. It gives me peace and comfort. To me, it is a way to show love, which is common according to Alan D. Wolfelt.
“Food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate.” -Alan D. Wolfelt
I never really thought of it that way but it makes sense. I enjoy cooking for friends and family. When my kids were young, I really looked forward to making them breakfast before school. Sometimes it was something simple like yogurt and fruit or cereal. Other times, it was more elaborate like pancakes or scrambled eggs. On the weekends, I may even go all out and try crepes or homemade hash browns. Regardless of the actual menu, it was “our time” to bond. As the kids grew into teens, they were not always pleasant at that hour. I was more of a morning person than them. However, words were not always required.
Sometimes, I just placed food in front of them and snuck in a kiss on the cheek. As time passed, I thought maybe the kids were over it, didn’t really enjoy breakfast with mom. But then…one day I didn’t do it and they noticed. They were like, “Hey mom, where’s breakfast?” Then I realized, they enjoyed it as much as I did, and they were hungry teens.
My kids are older and not around as much now, but I find I still cook. I invite people over for dinner. I take treats to work. I prep lunches for me and my boyfriend. I just like to cook and share it with people.
I guess it’s just how I share my joy, love and friendship.
“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.” -Cesar Chavez
Above are two iPhone pictures I took of some kitchen treats, and then two more I edited in Hipstamtic.