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're only having one piece, and then somehow your plate keeps finding its way back for another?

Now my older brother can make the best spaghetti sauce.

Let me tell you, I have tried to make it like him and it is a no-go. 😄

Little sister trying to beat her older brother.

The funny thing is, he beats me every single time.

But this is the one competition I don't mind coming in second place.

Okay, here is one more meal that totally makes me smile.

I cannot make a good roast.

I have tried and tried, but it just never tastes as good as my sister-in-law's. And don't even get me started on the gravy that goes with it.

Oh, I am in heaven.

Here's the truth...

You all know how much I love to cook, but I will say it again — when someone cooks for me, I love that too because I can feel the love they have put into making the food.

I know the time it takes.
I know the planning that goes into it.
I know the effort behind every dish that lands on the table.

When someone cooks for me, it feels like they are saying, "I thought of you."

So think about this the next time you sit down at a table where someone has made you a meal.

Remember the love they have put into it.

Because food is rarely just food.

Sometimes it's a way of saying, "I'm glad you're here."

Sometimes it's a way of saying, "I was thinking about you."

And sometimes it's a way of saying, "I love you."

Maybe that's why some meals stay with us long after the plates have been cleared away.

Because we aren't just remembering the food.

We're remembering the people. ❤️

✨ Whisper: Some of the greatest love stories aren't told in words. They're served at the dinner table, one meal at a time. 🌹

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If this story made you think of someone who cooked for you, or a meal you still remember, I would love to hear about it.

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