The Love Hidden in a Home-Cooked Meal 🌹

Come come sit with me, grab a drink and pull up a chair. The last couple of weeks I have been thinking about my mom. Okay, okay... my mom and food. 😄 In my opinion, my mom was a great cook. Child, let me tell you, whenever I went to visit her, I already knew what was coming. The first night would be donairs. The second night? My favourite. Ribs, rice, and tea biscuits. Now let me tell you something... I love tea biscuits. LOVE them. To this day, they are one of the things I have never been able to make quite like my mom did. She would make this sauce to go over the ribs and rice, and it was so good. If I visited in the summer, there would usually be blueberry pie. If I came in the winter, it was apple pie. The funny thing is, when I think about the people in my life, so many of them have a food attached to them. My bestie's husband loves to cook, and let me tell you, that man can make French toast. Mmm mmm. 😄 You know the kind where you tell yourself you...
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Cooking - A Love Language

Oh child… come, come sit with me.
Grab your drink.

Love is truly in the air — mmm, I can feel it.

Sooo… we all have these love languages, or so I’m told. And if that’s true?
Then cooking is definitely one of mine.

Child… I can do my talking just with the food I make. 😉
No long speeches required.

I love everything about making a meal.
The planning of the dishes.
The food shopping — can you hear my excitement?

And then comes the cooking.
Chopping, stirring, tasting, putting it all together.
It’s my happy place.

The smells, the warmth, the quiet rhythm of it all — it settles me in a way nothing else does.

Okay… memory time.

Actually — two memories.
Because cooking is love, so let’s spread it around.

My friend loves chicken.
Anything with chicken. If it clucks, she’s happy.

So one night I made her a lemon and feta chicken dish with roasted potatoes. Simple, comforting, made with care.

And honestly?
What makes my heart sing isn’t even the cooking.

It’s watching them eat.
That first bite.
That quiet smile.

That’s when I know the love landed.

Oh…

And then there’s my family.

Whenever I go to visit, the day before I leave we always have a family dinner — one we prepare together.

There’s laughter in the kitchen.
Stories being told.
Everyone pitching in, no rush, just time together.

Steak on the BBQ is one of my favourite meals, so this is usually our family dinner.
A salad — just to pretend we’re being a bit healthy.
Twice-baked potatoes.
Steak with zucchini.

And dessert.
Sometimes cheesecake.
Sometimes banana bread.

But here’s the real love part.

It’s not just the food.

It’s the time we spend preparing it together.
And then sitting down… finally… to enjoy it.

Oh, my heart overflows with love.

Cooking truly is my love language and my happy place.
Love can be shown in so many ways.

This…
this is just one of mine. 💛

Whisper:
Love doesn’t always speak in words — sometimes it’s served on a plate. 🍽️💛

If this resonated with you, I’d love to hear from you.
You can email me at loveandlifewithlisa@gmail.com.

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