Food Love

It was the holiday meal. We were sitting around the table eating when my daughter stated that she could taste her mother's love for her in her cooking. I kept that with me and a few days later, during a solo breakfast, I realized how right my daughter was. I have dined in some very fine restaurants, but they are nothing in comparison to a meal prepared by my wife at home. Even a meal whipped up in a hurry is more enjoyable than a $100 plate. I am realizing more and more the taste of true effort. When someone diligently places themselves completely in the effort, it can be tasted. Why shouldn't this be true in everything we do. Pass the potatoes please.... r