Food is my love language. And I’m not just saying that because it happens to be Valentine’s Day. Food is my passion all days of the year.
There are few things in life that I would say I am truly passionate about, and food is one of the lucky few. I’ve said this a million and one times before, but I think one of the most meaningful gestures is making someone a meal. It can really show someone how much you care. I don’t mean a six-course feast that destroys your kitchen, manicure, and possibly a piece of your soul. I don’t mean a meal that requires you to drop major moolah either. Just a meal. Homemade. From the heart. To me, there is little that means as much….