Last night I was making pasta salad for dinner...actually let me back up. Yesterday my son, Travis, was with my grandma and my uncle and my mom all day working on the farm. He was having a blast, apparently Uncle Phil and Travis are like 2 peas in a pod. Travis asked if he could spend the night and work again today. Of course we said yes, but man, I miss that kid!
So anyways last night I'm making this salad and I think, I should run some of this over to my mom's so Trav and everyone can enjoy it for their lunch tomorrow. Because I know how much Travis loves pasta salad. Then I realized, I'm turning into my dad.
My dad's love language is food. He used to make us Sunday dinner every week. He would spend hours on it and also making individual salads for each person. But woe to the person who didn't eat their salad for he banned you from any salads thereafter! Seriously, when Paul started coming over for dinners I tried to warn him. But he didn't heed my warning and since he was too full from the roast beef and mashed potatoes and gravy and corn the man didn't eat his special salad. He never got another one.
Oh my word, as I'm writing this I had an epiphany! Even when I was younger I loved to make food for people. I had two favorites and both were from a Betty Crocker cookbook. One was a chocolate pudding cake that was scrumptious and gooey and rich. The other was a lemon cheerio candy that was tart and delicious! Yum, I wish I had those recipes now. I would make things and take them into my class at school or over to my friend's house. One time I made a fresh strawberry pie for my friend Elain's mom because she had mentioned that she loved it.
I remember that there was some kind of cinnamon sweet breakfast muffin that I would make for my mom and dad. I woke up super early once in a blue moon so I could surprise them with breakfast in bed. Then for my little brothers I loved to make chocolate chip cookies. Even to this day when I make cookies I want to give a baggie of them to each of my brothers.
What's funny is that this last week my baby brother, Will, sent a picture of these oatmeal banana chocolate chip cookies with chopped almonds that he was baking. At that same time I was making oatmeal chocolate chip cookies wishing I could share them with Mikey and Willie. So when I saw his picture I thought, No! no, no! You can't make cookies! Aren't you just 5 years old still? That oven gets hot!
I know food isn't an official love language. But there's so many people who speak food for love. We feel that to express our love for you we must stuff your belly. So the next time I make you dinner.. You better eat it!