If you know my Mom, you know how she is attached to food as the source of comfort. She loves to cook and lives to cook. I am not sure I can find the dividing line between cooking to share love and cooking to receive love.
In her younger days, she was a legendary whirlwind in the kitchen
leaving the room looking like something of a war zone. She rarely if
ever used cookbooks or recipes. Baking was a specialty and there’d be
flour splotches all over her and most any available surface. When not
baking, country-style cooking ruled: meat, potatoes and lots of gravy,
pot roast, pork chops, fried chicken, canned vegetables, casseroles and
Jello salads. On creative days, she’d whip up a giant pot of spaghetti
that would last for days.
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