“What’s  for supper?” kids always ask.

Fast food is easy, but getting in the kitchen, cooking and eating together creates soul food. A thing of beauty.

It’s the lopsided birthday cake, the egg on the floor. The “girl cheese” sandwiches and spaghetti noodles on the ceiling.

I am way beyond glad we did it – and still do. Four kids and all.

It takes time to make a meal, to break bread together. But what could be more important in the eyes of those you love? And what could taste better?  FFG