-Photo by Alexa Bonsey Photography
Lifting a family photo he remarked, "This is the only one we have of all of us." Actually two weddings in less than a year's time has left as many family portraits. Sad, but true when adult children become mobile and live Costa Rica, either of the Carolinas or Colorado or somewhere far away. The chances of getting eight children, wives, husbands and significant others under the same roof is akin to being the selected citizen on a mission to Mars. So tonight I invited my family for pizza. Those living near came, if they could. Four brothers, two wives and one husband listened to stories of searching for buried treasure in the backyard with a kiddie metal detector, feats of dunking basketballs and the comfort of Mac and Cheese meal after meal. We laughed. We ate and laughed some more between bites.
When everyone left, the house was particularly quiet. Dirty dishes filled both sinks. The effort of feeding a crowd is no effort at all when our moments together become meaningful to even the youngest among us. It sounds corny, but truly when I cook love is I infused in every bite. You can just taste it!
6 comments:
The food embraces the identities and memories. For our family, roasted chicken and peas meant birthdays. Yellow cake with chocolate frosting meant Jane. Spice cake was for me. Blueberry pie meant Evelyn. I love how the sensory experiences of food=love.
I can tell how much your family means to you. I'm sure they were equally as happy to have had time to eat and laugh together.
Also, that is a gorgeous photo!
The "work" is not work at all when it is for ones we love. Sounds like it was a great day with your family. Thanks for sharing.
You have a beautiful family and, while it is hard to do all the time, some beautiful memories to make.
I love how each member is identified by food in your family. My husband says all I think about is food!
Family AND food! Ha!
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