Food and I have a complicated relationship.
Some days it’s the ex-boyfriend I send a drunken late night text too even though I know better.
Some days it’s the perfect yoga class.
My interactions with food are a barometer of how I am feeling about myself.
Some days I’m preparing whole foods and healthy meals.
Some days I’m binging pasta boxes.
Food is how I speak most authentically about my feelings for you.
Some days I make homemade cashew cheese for the vegan pizza I crafted just for you.
Some days I say we should go out, because I have no interest in putting my heart on a plate for you.
I know that food is my love language.
Decanting a bottle of red wine hours before it will be poured for Sunday night dinner is perhaps the greatest display of kindness a person can demonstrate. The preparation of that dinner, the greatest of affection. The sharing of the meal, a bond of trust. The second bottle…words we can’t and won’t say but are the most sincere we have ever spoken. Dishes are intimacy.
And after a week of #VOWfeast, I’m know where I have come from and just how far, but I am all too aware of how much I left to do.
This week, we get naked as we
Steph’s FEAST mantra: Enough is a feast.
Steph’s Song of the Week: Tribulation by Matt Maeson
& Don’t Miss Lin’s #VOWfeast post