My Language 

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


7 thoughts on “My Language 

  1. Food is one hundred percent a love language. I couldn’t agree more! Good luck to your daughter and son-in-law as they figure out those next steps.

  2. I love that you’ve been given a gift of learning to cook and it is your gift to others when you do it! Best of luck to your daughter & son in law!

  3. Yum! I show people I love them through serving, too. I’m curious about the cookie gifting. How do you decide who gets them? Do they know or is it a secret? Love your pink stove! Keep being brave.😊

    • I just chose random people. Sometimes it is someone who is having a rough time, sometimes it is to celebrate something, sometimes it is someone who likes the kind I am making that day. I have taken them to the kids who work at the little grocery store and I have chased the UPS driver down the sidewalk. It’s not a secret because most people know my trademark paper plate inside a baggie system. I also made a deal with a neighbor to trade cookies for weed whacking and snow blowing.

      Bravery is hard. Thanks for the help!

  4. I LOVE food, but I’m a TERRIBLE cook and quite often just don’t know what to make. Can you teach me in your kitchen?

  5. I find it therapeutic when I cook. Not sure what I enjoy more, the destressing from chopping up the veggies, or feeling of accomplishment when I put the completed dish on the table. Glad you can share your love through food🙂

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