I'm pretty sure I like food more than the average person. I like to think about it, talk about it, read about it, write about it, cook it, make it, grow it, buy it, and of course, eat it. I am a dork and even enjoy grocery shopping.
The thing about cooking is that it takes time. Something I don't have a lot extra of with two active little boys. And the other thing about cooking is that you have a big mess that someone has to clean up- me. I really don't like the cleaning up part.
I've been thinking about food and how it connects us today as I've been making a trillion dozen Christmas cookies for Ryans class party tomorrow. The food is one of my favorite parts to the holidays. There are so many good memories for me surrounding Christmas foods.
Every year when we would arrive at my grandmothers house in West TN for Christmas, she would have an entire cart full of candy that she had made. My grandfather would make the peanut brittle and she would make divinity, fudge, pecan logs, and other varieties that I'm sure I'm forgetting. I remember being so impressed by all the beautiful candies on the crystal dishes. This woman was superwoman in my mind.
Every Christmas morning of my entire life I have gone to my Nana's house (now my uncle's) for the same Christmas morning breakfast. This is the best food I eat all year long. Even JW agrees with me now. It is incredible. Local country ham and sausage, cheese grits, eggs, fried apples, homemade angel biscuits, and fried cheese (yes, fried cheese- you haven't lived until you've had fried cheese.)
I won't even start on the cheese ring recipe my Mother has made in the past. This thing is so good I could cry. But, she won't share the secret recipe with me. (Because of some old lady in her hometown- anyway...) I really don't want the recipe, Mom, I just want you to make it!!
Food keeps us connected, makes us feel loved, and gives us history. We take it when someone is born and also when someone dies. We make it in celebration and we make it during sickness. My friend Stacey says my food taste better because I put so much love in it. That is one of the best compliments I've ever received. And yes, Stace, you will get an apple pie when Miller is born!
Go make something for someone you love.