My granny understood the love language of food. She kept an endless supply of snacks on her table and sweet tea or fresh squeezed lemonade in the fridge. As soon as anyone walked through the door, she greeted you with “Are you hungry?” And, if you didn’t eat something, she may have gotten her feelings hurt a little. 😉
She made a full breakfast with eggs, bacon or sausage and biscuits, lunch and dinner every day. No one would ever go hungry on her watch.
It was at her kitchen table that I learned to bake and understand the connection between food and love. My favorite recipe has to be her Chess Pie which I nicknamed “Beautiful Pie.” Not because it had the prettiest presentation, but because of the ministry of love that went into it.
When I was in elementary school, I had mono, was really sick and at home for awhile. I fondly remember sitting on a stool in granny’s kitchen and watching her make chess pie. Just for me. To make me feel better. She did that often through the years to comfort or to celebrate. She knew that “Food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate.” (Alan D. Wolfelt) She made other comfort foods, too. Roast beef and mashed potatoes, chicken dumplings, blackberry cobbler, and fried apple pies to name a few. But, chess pie was always the most beautiful to me.
I carry on her love language of food. For birthdays, I make favorite desserts…key lime pie, apple dumplings, strawberry cream cheese trifle. For celebrations, it’s favorite foods like Thai Noodle Salad, fried chicken, or ham and broccoli ring.
And, every now and then, I pull out that well-worn recipe, and make a chess pie. A beautiful pie. For someone I love. Just like Granny.