I am convinced that food is my love language.
I love to eat good food – I’m not doubting that.
But, I’m talking about digging a little bit deeper than enjoying a snack or a meal.
I truly love to feed others. I don’t know what it is, but I just absolutely love when I have an opportunity to put on a full spread. I always have. To open my arms wide and invite others to grab a plate? Truly fulfilling.
My husband usually chuckles at the amount of platters, bowls, and utensils that I set out, but something about making food, nourishing people, and having fellowship just really makes me happy.
I find the beauty in bringing people together over a shared meal, is only enhanced more by the profound thought I put into what I’m actually feeding them. My secret? It doesn’t have to be “fancy” – just something that nourishes their body and makes them feel cared for.
You can ask any of my friends how much I love to pour my heart and soul into making good comfort food, even something as “basic” as steak and potatoes, and they will tell you how my face lights up.
It feeds my soul, the act of feeding others.