As a cook I know food speaks.
Every menu plan, every baking adventure.
Every meal I make isn’t just to be eaten.
The experience gained, every mistake, every bad flavor combination I’ve concocted is represented when I place a dish before you.
When I cook for you I don’t just want you to eat. I want you to eat what I made for you.
Every allergy to food you might have, taken into account.
For you I don’t serve you meat.
And for you I don’t cook with dairy.
Yet for you, I made you your favorite.
Every mental health issue you’ve had.
I made this for you.
Anorexia.
I made this for you, but it’s okay if you don’t feel like eating.
Vegetarian.
I made this for you, there’s no meat in it.
Eating disorders, what is something you will eat?
The patience with every dish.
Don’t like the texture of eggs?
Here I made this for you.
When we share a meal together my heart melts.
You don’t even have to eat, just be here with me till I’m done.
This is too spicy!
Next time it won’t be.
I don’t like watermelon.
That’s okay.
I made you this tofu recipe I found.
Every unseen meal.
I burned the rice.
Every kitchen mistake.
I cut my finger.
This didn’t cook long enough.
There’s too much salt.
It’s burned.
It stuck to the bottom.
It didn’t come out right.
Until it did.
Again and again.
I made this for you.
Every meal I serve you is my heart on a plate.
The food speaks, and it says, I love you!