As I prepared the day’s meal, one day last week, the nephewson yell’s out, “Auntie what’s on the menu?”
Let me tell you that him making an inquiry as I cook is not uncommon.
His statement and/or question, whichever he has on that day, is normally followed by a compliment about my cooking…
“Auntie I love that”
“Auntie I love everything you make”
“Auntie I know it’s gonna be good”
You get the point? He loves my cooking.
I can always count on him to be the first one to sit down at the dinner table, and the first one done (most times going for a second round).
This particular day was nothing special. It was my last day off from work for the holidays. I had plenty to do and not enough hours to get it all done (the story of my life) and so I decided I was gonna make it quick and simple.
The menu was Simple And Easy Turkey Chilli.
“Cooking is at once child’s play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love.”
A perfectly fitted meal for the frigid temperatures that God has held back from us long enough; because this that we are getting right now?
It is real Cleveland winter right here! No El’ Nino involved…
But there are days when I get off work, I just want to come home and not make a mad dash for the kitchen in order to beat the “what’s for dinner” looks that will inevitably be there in the event dinner is even a moment late.
There are times when, all my hard work, and efforts feel under appreciated and even expected; you know like I owe them all of my hard labor in the kitchen.
Some days, my family will sit down to eat, and they finish before I even have had a chance to get my behind in the chair and have a first bite before they are looking to me for seconds, or better yet are clearing the table.
I swear I want to just flip the table sometimes when that happens. But I don’t, I mean I haven’t (and I pray that I won’t….).
Many times the meals I make are rather out of convenience and the nutritional requirement, but they never seem unenthused about them. Sometimes, I cheat and use my crock pot so there is minimal effort and really that god given machine has done all the hard work.
But even still, one thing always (or almost always) hold true. And that is that, They are made with love!
Everyday there is a little love sprinkled in with the seasonings I add.
I love sitting my family down to feed them. It feels like I get to spoon feed directly to their hearts.
But like so many other things in my life, I sometimes get overwhelmed with it all. The responsibility of feeding a family of 5 can be taxing!
It is moments like these though, those subtle reminders that it is appreciated and special to at least one of them, that warms my heart and remind me of the love that is in the moments that I spend in the kitchen.
I honestly don’t know that they would love me the same if I couldn’t cook for them the way I do! So I suppose I better not chance it…Dinner is always sprinkled with a little love, because love makes the difference! Click To Tweet
As I sit here and reflect, I encourage you. If there is something that sometimes gets to feeling like a chore, or even a bore, that you do it anyway; and do it with love!
Love makes the difference!
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