I have a man that cooks. In fact he loves to cook, when there is time. I have encouraged him to make more time because we all enjoy his food. And I think the process of preparing and cooking a meal is quietly therapeutic. Some days I would disagree with this idea (think frazzled Mumma with no time to cook) but for the most part cooking allows us to love, to share and to connect with each other. The food becomes a meal which becomes a shared activity of love and our life together. Enjoy your food today and be thankful for the hands that prepared it and the one who provided it.