I have been thinking about food lately. Food plays many roles in our lives, beside the obvious contribution to nutrition (hopefully) and energy. Entertainment. A reason to gather. A creative outlet. Comfort. The term "comfort food" has been traced back at least to 1966, when the Palm Beach Post used it in a story: "Adults, when under severe emotional stress, turn to what could be called "comfort food" - food associated with the security of childhood, like mother's poached egg or famous chicken soup."
In October, my sisters moved our Mom from her independent cottage to an assisted living facility closer to my oldest sister. In the process, I inherited three of Mom's cookbooks, which #1 Daughter transported to me when she came to visit for Christmas. It would be an understatement to characterize them as well-loved! The pages are sprinkled with splashes, evidence of cooking in years gone by!
Mom is 92, and it would take a lifetime to execute all these recipes, so I began by asking her about cakes. Why cakes? Birthday cakes feature prominently in early family photos. February, April, May and October just for the first four! So, I asked Mom about her favorite cake ... maybe I should not have been surprised to hear it was NOT any variety of layer cake, but rather the Saucy Applecake!
My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me
I cannot choose the colors He weaveth steadily
Oftimes he weaveth sorrow And I, in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper And I the underside
Not 'til the loom is silent And the shuttle cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas And reveal the reasons why
The dark threads may be needful
In the skillful weaver's hands
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
During this time of Lent, I am reflecting on her self-sacrifice and her love. While my memories may lean to the physical, such as the food she prepared for us, I know she worked hard to look after our spiritual needs as well. Thanks, Mom, for feeding us -- tummies, hearts and souls.