If music is the language of love, food is the language of longevity.
My weekend and holiday plans always seem to revolve around meal times – brunch after a morning run, or an afternoon picnic in the park. And my memories are indexed by dish. Tastes, flavours and aromas that transport you back to that place. The lavender creme brûlée my little sister made me, the churros we’d have at the fair, the surprise pancake brunch she did for my birthday. I can close my eyes and be back in that moment.
The meals we cook and eat and enjoy with our families and friends hold together our relationships because of the conversations we share alongside them, and it is these conversations that are the longevity of our relationships. Meals are a chance to take a step back, look that person in the eye across the dinner table and say to each other ‘how are you doing?’.
We use food to heal, to celebrate, to considerate, to nourish. And I think our choice of food underlies the conversations we want to have, or the emotion we want to share. Smiley face Nutella pancakes mid-afternoon to make us feel comforted when we’re ill; scallop and pancetta crepes over a romantic dinner when we want someone to know they’re special; oatmeal pancakes for breakfast when we want to send our little ones off with the energy they need for their day.
Next time you’re deciding what to cook, rather than starting with what you’ve got in your fridge, why not start with what story you want to tell.
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