Confession 

It comes down to this: I love to eat.  If you want to know my why in the world, you don't have to look much further than this:  food is how I experience love in the world, how I give love, and how I receive love. So what I'm really doing when I orient my whole life around food – which is what I seem to have done over the last few years (or have actually done, to the detriment of other pursuits) – is orienting my whole life around love. If I have shared food with you, particularly food that I had a significant hand in preparing or producing, what I've really done is shown my love for you. Food is my love language.

I could say much more.  I could take a stab at exploring why and how this came to be, this state of affairs where food, for me, is synonymous with love. I could do that, and perhaps I will in coming weeks and months.  But for now, it is enough to put this stake in the ground and just come out and say the truth that I have lived into over the last several years – and will continue to live into "Lord willin' and the creek don't rise": Food is love, and love is worth the devotion of my life, so food is worth the devotion of my life.

There. I said it.

Eat well today, friends.  Feed your people well today.  Love well today.