I really do love to cook. Food says so much about who we are, and it's such a wonderful gathering point. For me, cooking is like a love language; it's that way for many women around the world.
Instead of a recipe today, I want to show you some peeks of the "love language of food" that overcame the barriers of spoken language during my time in Asia last week.
Our team had the privilege of spending a day in a hill tribe village. A relatively new building had been built, and we had the joy of helping the village paint the focal point of life there. It was a joy, but it was HOT. :) The meal we shared with friends in the village really had "3 courses:"
|The stuff in the bowl needs to be served with a fire extinguisher. ;)|
|Our attentive friend|
|I've lightened this pic for you to see "in the dark" of the hut.|
Course #3 ~ When it was time to break from our work and have lunch, our partner and the village ladies spread beautiful mats over the bamboo floor built outside, in the center of the village. She spread the feast for us and welcomed us to "the table."
The best part of the meal? The love and hospitality served with each "course," offering us the best our hosts had to offer. It was a beautiful example that, while working on my recipe collection and cooking savvy is good, offering my best on a dish of hospitality served with the utensil of love is the best part of the meal.
Getting food on the table doesn't make you hospitable, but doing it with a servant's heart and a sacrificial spirit takes "dishes full of food" to the level of hospitality. It's the best part of the meal.
Have you ever been served a meal that really "spoke love" to you?