With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, love is in the air. I’m a big fan of V-Day. And love. I get giddy over candy hearts and decadent chocolates. I go gaga over roses. Pink glitter is my favorite color.

While I certainly appreciate the big gestures (and heart-shaped gifts) associated with February 14th, it’s everyday love that truly speaks to me. It’s easy to wow with glitter and roses. But, in my opinion, it’s the stuff that people do the other 364 days a year that really matters. The small things. The gentle words. The acts of kindness. The gift of time. 

I’ve been blessed by generations of women who modeled this every day love. From their kitchens, they offered companionship and cookies. Support and soups. Friendship and fried chicken. They lived by example, giving their time and talents and tater-tot hot dishes.

Here’s an article I wrote for the January/February issue of Good Old Days magazine that gives you a glimpse of how my grandmothers used food to share their love.

Published with permission from Good Old Days.

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