We watched cartoons as the smell of food being sauteed and fried came wafting in the living room. My stomach rumbled in anticipation of the meal that was about to be shared.
After each dish was set on the table, I couldn’t help but think, oh my goodness, that’s my favorite. No, that’s my favorite. And so is that.
My cousins from Germany were visiting and made a spread of German fare. Schnitzel, fried potatoes, onions, mushrooms with gravy, and green beans. The smile on my face kept growing after each bite. It took me back to my childhood. Any chance I could order jägerschnitzel I would.
As we ate, my uncle, husband, and I reminisced about our own experiences eating German food. How we missed brötchen. Hot, fresh, straight from the bakery brötchen. Bratwurst with brötchen. We all can’t wait to go back to Germany to eat all the things.
I love food. I love how it can connect people who may not have a ton in common. How it can warm your heart with memories of long ago.
Another thing I love about food?
Making it for others.
We ended the dinner with a homemade double chocolate cake that I had baked. Unbeknownst to me, one of my cousins had been wanting a cake like that for the entire week. As we began to eat dessert, the table fell completely silent. No conversations. Just pure indulgence of the cake. I took it as a compliment.
Food. My love for you will never ever fade.
Photo by Arbine Villanueva-Hoapili