Love my Cooking
I’ve seen the phrase, “Love me, love my dog” on t-shirts, bumper stickers, etc. The inference is that the dog is so much a part of this person’s life that loving that person will automatically mean that you love the pet, too.
I have similar, but reversed feelings about my cooking. “Love my food, love me.” If you love the food I make, and tell me so, I take that to mean that you love me. For example, my thirteen-year-old son loves my salsa and tells me so. This is, no doubt, the closest thing to affection I will receive from him until he is in his mid-twenties, if ever. So when he tells me he loves my salsa, I smile inside and translate it into; “I love you, Mom.”
When my hubby really enjoys a meal I make and lets me know, I really do feel loved by him. Conversely, when my cooking is not quite up to par and he lets me know, I feel a little rejected and sometimes defensive about it. This sounds like really juvenile behavior, I know, but cooking is my thing and I take a lot of personal pride in it.
When a person loves my cooking, it really makes me feel like they love me. I have many other wonderful qualities and deserve to be loved for lots of reasons, but the cooking is the one that is my soft spot.
On the other side of the coin, when dinner is somewhat less-than-fantastic, I can flip that phrase back around to say, “Love me, love my cooking.” Cuz, let’s face it folks, no one can be a great cook all the time and when I’m not, it’s time for my family to prove their love by accepting the less-than-fantastic food anyway.
Today’s recipes are the salsa that inspired my son’s words of love, and for my sister, homemade English muffins. Just click on the link below to view each post:
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