One of the things I love about cooking so much, apart from the fact that it involves making delicious food, is that it’s like its own form of communication.
A lot can be said by the simple act of cooking for others. When a parent makes their child his or her favourite food, it’s their way of saying “I love you and want to make you happy”. When someone’s loved one passes away and people bring them casseroles, it says “I’m so sorry for your loss and I’m here to help in any way I can”. When we make someone a birthday cake it says “Hey you’re pretty awesome and deserve to be celebrated today.”
The language of food is one we can all speak and understand.
And as someone who’s not always as good with words, I tend to do a lot of talking through food.
Friday night I made lemon rosemary roast chicken with carrots and baby potatoes for JZ, which said “I love you enough to dissect out the chicken organs by myself and get smushed kidneys all over my bare hands”.
For all you Canadians, the recipe was from the Spring 2014 issue of Food and Drink, and I highly recommend it! The brine makes the chicken so tender and moist. It may take an extra day to prepare, but it’s so worth it.
Saturday morning I made us these whole wheat buttermilk pancakes for breakfast, which said “Haha sucker, I totally snuck whole wheat flour into these without you even noticing”. They were really good – especially with chocolate chips added to them!
Just a note: I only use whole wheat pastry flour in my baking – regular whole wheat flour tends to make things too dense and tough.
Later on in the day my good friend came over to catch up over lunch, so I made us African peanut soup (subbing sunflower seed butter for the peanut butter) from Oh She Glows’ cookbook with salted smashed avocado on buckwheat toast. This said “I really value our friendship and love having life chats with you.”
And that night JZ and I went over to his parents’ house for dinner. So I made a batch of chocolate chip cookies (recipe from here) to say “Thanks for having me over for dinner”.
The dinner they made was seriously delicious! And I’m no mind reader but I think it’s message was “Be careful, our food is as good as it looks and might send you into a 12 hour food coma.” I didn’t listen – oops.
How do you communicate through food?