My love language is food. I don’t even know if that is one of the love languages because I haven’t read that book. I just know that if I love you, I make you food.
When my grandma and my mom let me help them in the kitchen, they gave me an incredible gift. And when they taught me to make noodles over the phone, I definitely found my love.
My kids always chose homemade meals for birthday dinners. We always had Sunday dinner after church. For years I made cookies every Sunday night.
I make cookies once a month and deliver them to random people. This is the best day of the month for me.
Today I made homemade beef and noodles, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn and homemade bread. I was going to make fruit salad but forgot to put the stuff on my list so the ingredients did not get purchased.
Tonight’s love was for my son-in-law. He has a new job that starts on Monday and he will be gone for 2 weeks at a time. For now, my daughter is staying put while they see if this job works out. Eventually she may move. We are crossing one bridge at a time. No borrowing trouble here (said in my most bravest voice ever).
Making food for others brings me great joy.
Yes. That stove is pink. And has push buttons. #justsayin