This is how my Dad says, "I Love You"...
I guess I suddenly was present to how he insisted that he prepare food for me even though I arrived home unannounced and he had not actually prepared my share. I tried to fight him off, saying that it was okay that he did not prepare my share, but he insisted that I take some anyway, and made sure he prepared a plate for me.
I only thought about all this as I was eating the chicken chop, and suddenly, there it was again...that tingly feeling inside...it's been awhile since I felt that tingly feeling...
Food prepared with love really tastes different...but you have to want to taste it, or at least be present/aware to what is plain to see....you really have to...
^_^
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