Sunday, October 28

The Way to a Woman's Heart (or at least my own)

In light of the addition of the recipe column, I have a confession to make. I have joked about it for a long time, but I think it has passed into reality - one of my primary love languages is gifts of food.

Going on a trip? Let me pack you a month's worth of food. Feeling down today? Here's your favorite candy bar. Your stomach hurts? I'll go get you some crackers.

And it's a two-way street. I love to receive gifts of food as well as give them. A bag of candy pumpkins, farm-fresh eggs, honey, white tea - all thoughtful food gifts I've received from some of my favorite people, and usually for no good reason at all. Just because they love me.

So if you're pondering your own love language or that of someone you love, keep gifts of food in mind. I might have to write Gary Chapman a little note about this.

On a completely different note, check out this article from that quotes Emily Habinck, Eric's cousin. I didn't start this blog to brag about Eric's family, but when everyone keeps doing impressive things I just can't help myself. I think part of her research also showed up in an article by the Washington Post. Timely information to keep in mind during the beautiful fall weather we're having, especially if you're heading out into the wild soon.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

To make up for my lack of love language understanding growing up, I want to say thanks for the different times you gave me a box of candy ... for no reason.