When I was a child, my mother often told me:
“Remember, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.”
I cringed every time. It seemed so old-fashioned and boring to me.
What kind of nonsense is that? I've always believed that relationships are all about love, intimacy, support and talking till morning. And food... well, food is just food.

But as time went on, I realized my mom wasn't so wrong. I just misunderstood what she was saying.

Cooking is a love language.

Sometimes lovers can't find the words. We get tired, we don't talk, we fight, or we just don't know how to express our feelings.
And then suddenly there's a plate of hot pancakes in the morning. Or a flavorful soup waiting at home after a hard day.
Or just tea with lemon, without too many words
Food can be a hug. An apology. A sign of caring

Now I know for a fact that my mom meant that food is one way of saying: important, thinking, love