A good friend sent me adobo and rock salt. Before this, I didn’t realise how much I missed other people’s home cooked food.
While I like cooking and consider it therapeutic, there’s an element of love and joy that comes from eating a dish that someone made for you.
I was lucky to grow up in a home where there was always food on the table. I was also lucky to be able to explore cooking on my own. Being able to prepare my own meals has served me well, as I can prepare what I want to eat, and it’s also made me realize what a privilege it is to eat someone’s home cooking.
The action implies that someone specifically made time to make food for you-they shopped, prepped, and cooked for you. We tend to take this for granted, especially when we’re used to having dishes magically appear in front of us during mealtimes courtesy of a family member or the help.
The holy grail of people who travel for food is to be invited into a stranger’s house for a delicious home-cooked meal. In social circles, it’s to be invited to eat in the home of a good cook.
At a time like this, to be able to afford ingredients, not to mention the gas or electricity to cook with, is a blessing. That someone thought to share the result of these resources with you is a lovely gesture.
The rock salt was a special request. When my friend said they were going to send me food, I asked if they had access to rock salt because I was running out.
I use rock salt to cleanse energetically, and I’ve been using a lot nowadays, because everybody’s been on edge. Rock salt isn’t readily available because a 1995 law has made it illegal to sell non-iodized salt, but that’s for a separate entry altogether.
So not only did my friend nourish my body and spirit with their adobo, theu also helped keep my energetic defensed up with their rock salt! Thanks, friend!