Grateful for a Home Cooked Meal

I am grateful for a home-cooked meal, like the delicious dishes my mother has made for me all my life. Moreover, I am grateful for the sacrifice these many hours of cooking represent. Presently, as I cook for others on occasion, I see that there is tenderness and love in a home-cooked meal. It is intimate and raw, nourishing not just for the body, but also the soul.

There is something lacking in restaurant dishes—not butter. Indeed, restaurants are cold and contractual. You are a customer, not a family member or a friend.

It’s odd. When I was young, all I wanted was to eat out; now that I’m older, all I want is to eat in. I don’t want to eat like a king. I’d rather eat like a friend.

I am grateful for a home-cooked meal.