This week brings yet more to be thankful for. But shouldn’t every day be like that?
I’ve just finished preparing 2 meals for a friend. This friend sadly lost one of her 21-year old children this weekend. And I can only imagine the pain she must feel.
Our children are born to us and we, as mothers, become very powerful, starting from first becoming pregnant. We grow that life inside us and when it’s time, they make their grand appearance to the rest of the world. Nothing truly prepares us for that moment.
We watch them grow, little clones like ourselves. Some times we know what the next words from their mouths will be. It truly is an incredible experience. I am thankful for mine and truly sad for my friend. I sit here, with her in mind, trying to decide what to write next. And I am nearly at a loss for words.
So I do what I do best and that is cook. Food isn’t just about the pleasure of taste. It is what sustains us. We must eat.
We celebrate with food. Birthdays, anniversaries, weddings and yes, death. If you grew up in the South, as I did, when one passes, you take the family food. A real southern tradition. It’s comforting to the ones who have lost loved ones, and it’s comforting to the one preparing the food. I have said for years that you can taste the love in someone’s food when they have enjoyed preparing it.
Fortunately for me, I have chosen such a career. One that brings me great satisfaction in knowing there are families out there nourishing their bodies with food I have lovingly prepared.
I will be delivering these meals soon, hoping my friend can taste that love.
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