Sunday, March 11, 2007  Food is Love  I don't know about your
families, but in mine, food is love.  It's not that we don't
tell each other we love each other - we do. But food, food is
concrete proof.  When I was growing up, we'd go to my
grandmother's house in the summer, and she'd have baked five
different kinds of cookies for us. The fridge would be full of
things we liked. She was kind and everything she did was
incredibly loving. But something about all the baking beforehand
really hit home. It was proof. We were in her mind when we
weren't there. She was excited we were coming. She thought about
what we liked, and she worked to make it for us. And offered it
to us beaming, so glad we were finally there for our visit.  I
bake for people I love. I can't cook, but I do make kick ass
brownies, if I may say so myself. They used to be my friend
Maude's staple request when she was sad.  Even now, when my dad
wants to get my mom to make him something, he'll say, "Back when
your mother really loved me, she used