Food fixes you.
As the person preparing it, or buying it, or delivering it, it gives us something tangible to DO while the recipient is healing.
The healing doesn't have to be from a broken bone.
It can be chemo treatments. It can be a death. It can be a broken heart. It can be an addled brain. It can be surgery. It can be a new house. It can be a new baby.
Cooking to make life a little easier. A little tastier.
I have been on both ends.
I have been the chef a few times in my life. It always makes me feel good when I decide what I will make and what I will serve with it. And yes, it is always made with love.
This is not the first time I have been visited by the food brigade. When I had my hysterectomy deliciousness ensued.
Right this second, my fridge is stocked with such culinary delights. My pantry is groaning with delight. My freezer has a few items in it.
The fact that my kids aren't here has caused me much mirth this week. Because let's face it - there is NEVER anything to eat here. EVER.
One and all.
For the nourishment, for the love, for the get well food. It is tremendously appreciated.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
Not too particular not too precise (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise