Like many, I grew up in a food-focused family. My husband was quick to notice and a bit confused that so many of our conversations centered around food.
There is a pretty simple explanation.
It was never subtle. It was discussed.
The “I love you” phrase was seldom uttered.
We were told, and often, that my parents expressed their love by caring for us, guiding us, putting a roof over our head and food on the table.
It was often spoken at dinner time.
We got the message early.
Food is more than sustenance, it is an expression of love. And we all followed suit.
We valued our culinary skills, spent much time in their development. We shared our favorites, exchanged recipes, spoke of cook books and new gourmet discoveries at the market.
And much like our parents, we went to the purest sources available.
Independent butchers and dairy farmers, in-season produce direct from the fields and roadside stands, farmer’s markets, bakeries, small business owners.
Always local, always fresh. Mostly home-made.
The kitchen table figured front and center, the hub of our social life.
We grew to have families, careers. Our lives got busy.
Expressions of love took other forms. The words would come, it was much easier for each generation.
But we never forgot those early attitudes about food. And I am more at home in the kitchen than just about anyplace else.
It mattered then. Still does.
This is priceless!
Thank you, Lynn. 💘
I love going to the local farm stands and butcher shops to buy the freshest and right out of the ground foods!! Sounds like your family, both then and now, are very rich indeed with love, caring and nurturing. What a wonderful share, thank you!!
Thanks, Deb. It started as a way of expressing emotion that could not be put into words. 💖
It grew into so much more… xo
Love this poem.
Glad you enjoyed. Not sure if its poetry, but I’m grateful for your comment. Thanks so much. ☺
I remember the meals my Mum used to cook for us. Tasty and wholesome, made from scratch. I never doubted I was loved for a minute, though these days I make sure to actually tell her when we visit. We took so much for granted as kids, which makes them all the more precious to us.
I don’t think I valued their practices until I moved away from them, but I internalized so very much. And yes, took a lot for granted. Thanks, Di. ❤️
Food matters alot in our house hold, especially when so much energy goes into growing it.. 🙂 Lovely Post Van..
Growing it yourself, adds just another layer of goodness. Thanks, Sue. 💕
🙂 it does.. 🙂 so true xxx
That really gives a feeling of home… also the kitchen as the central place in the house feels that way.
As the years went by, and the crowds got bigger with extended family or friends, we always ended up in the kitchen, Erika. Always. 💘
Real and classic family life. I love that 💖
Beautiful memory of what love is.
Thanks, Joy. It came in ways other than words. 💖
Love the sentiment. I think I’d rather see the family around the kitchen table than a parent in front of a TV while the children are in front of their computers.
There are so many new challenges for families, Doc, for sure. Thanks. 💛 💙
I grew up in a mostly Italian family. My dad was German and English but we lived near my mom’s family, all in the same neighborhood where everyone had their own garden. My father was a butcher and my parents owned a small grocery store and we lived in an apartment behind the store so good and love were pretty dominant for us also.
Isn’t it great that it still maters today..:)
Wow. You were certainly immersed, George, even more than most. (You could have stopped at Italian.) Thanks for sharing, and yes, it is a good thing. 💖
Love the quote……. so true
Have a good day !
So very true for us all. Thanks. ☺
Many say “The Kitchen is the heart of the home.” How very true. This post makes that saying so right, Van. I do often wonder why people gather in the Kitchen at parties, though. Maybe I now have the answer.
That, and of course, to be closer to the snacks, Hugh. Thanks. 💛 💙 💜
A family gathered around the kitchen table is a heart-warming sight.
I agree, Julie. And it’s sad to see that it’s not so common any more. 💕
Wonderful, Van. I envy those families who gather in kitchens and enjoy the art and camaraderie of food. My family of origin was more utilitarian when it came meal time. Now, I love hanging out in my friend’s delicious kitchens 🙂
It was a passion that we handed down to our own children, D. I’m happy about that. They appreciate the best things in life. Thanks. 💕
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My mouth is watering. How I’d love to eat what you make in the kitchen. I’d even help.
There are very few times, even in stress, where we don’t take to the kitchen. It’s almost a therapy, Kitt. Thanks. 💘
Once I start, I enjoy cooking, for the most part. I do have the challenge of cooking for a finicky teen. He doesn’t like much. My specialties used to be soups and stews. I guess I could try again… but hate having my cooking rejected, especially when I know it’s delicious.
The teenage taste buds are constantly evolving. It might be worth another try, Kitt. If nothing else, make the good stuff for yourself. ☺
Definitely. Words matter but your actions do to. Cooking a meal and putting a lot of love into it by making it good or using the best possible ingredients is love too.
For sure. Thanks, Sandra. ❤️
My mum had a sign on her kitchen ‘no matter where I put my guests they always like my kitchen best’. Summed up her attitude my like your family.
So true, and a reality for so many of us. Thanks, Geoff 💛 💙 💜
Love is spoken in so many different ways. This one speaks volumes, and loudly.
I think so too, Colleen. Thanks. 💝
We found a great new farmers’ market on Saturday
Always a treat to find a good one, Derrick. ☺
You really are my kind person Van!
I can totally relate to your last point about feeling mostly at home in the kitchen.
I know that some people poo-poo the idea of showing love with food but isn’t that one of the very first ways that we as mothers showed love and tenderness to our children when they were infants?
Why on Earth would we ever want to stop doing that?
Thanks for another wonderful post.
Good point, G. Thanks for that one. And you are most welcome. Glad you could relate. 💕
You are welcome! I absolutely related 🌷
Short but so well put!
Thank you, Kay. I started to edit posts down to about 300 words, for some time now. It works best for me. ☺
I like it! Because we are all pressed for time. And yet, we still get the benefit of your writing.
I was thinking similar thoughts, I had to be home for supper at 5:00 sharp unless at approved function. Our table was full of conversation, I still look back and don’t know how my Granny did everything. I didn’t change my own sheets. I sure miss her.
Did you get my email about what your week looked like for travel or family?
Yep. Not sure about the next few weeks, I’ll be in touch. ☺
The kitchen really is the heart of the home. Your words just nourished my soul. xo
💕 Glad to hear it, Kelly. Thanks.
True story. 🙂
Indeed. Thanks, Sadie. ☺
Love this poem.
Thanks so much. ☺
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Will do, thanks for the visit ! ☺
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Food is indeed love. Cheers!!!
Thank you. Back at you !! 💖
I have a very large italian family, so we tend to be very centered around food as well 🙂
I totally understand that one. Thanks for the visit and comment, Nicole. 💖
So true! Kitchen is our favorite place to hang out.
💖 Thanks for the visit and comment.
I love this. I grew up similarly, in a food focused family. Food is love, and love is food.
Thanks so much for the visit and comment. ☺
My pleasure! Likewise!
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The kitchen table front and centre. Most of my childhood meals were eaten there. In my elementary school years my seat was on a bright yellow wooden bench which contained inside it rice, flour, oats, all bought in quantities to feed a family of 8 cheaply.
As overflow seating, we had an oak bar with wooden stools, the back of which was also used for storage. The oldest of the 6 children usually sat there. I was one of them. Thanks for sharing, Donald. Glad you relate. 💗
This is very great!! I myself have had some of the greatest memories over the dinner table. Nothing says “I love you” like a family member getting home late but still taking the time to make homemade food with love 🙂
Thanks for the visit, and your thoughtful comment. 💗
Love this – food is a member of our family. Best times around the dinner table or in fact preparing the food – even with the little monsters. Recent move to france has heightened my love of fresh food and this week i am starting our own veg and herb garden, with the children to help. my new blog covers my crazy life in france and my crazy love of food and wine!
Sounds wonderful…I’ll have to check it out.💝 Thanks for the visit and comment.