It was my daughters birthday recently. As we were discussing the menu plans for her birthday fete, the topic of desert arose.
Cake was the decision, chocolate. My wife suggested a cake from the bakery, as we were in the middle of the school year (with my wife back in college also).
My daughters response - NO.
A store bought cake is not made of love, she proclaimed.
She did not say made with love - she said made of love.
It struck me at that moment that in our house, making meals are made of love. That when I cook, I do it from love - for the doing for my family. When I am home alone, my meals are modest. But when made for others - I plan, I labor, I put forth every effort, even for a simple lunch.
What in your house is made of love?