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This was the part that was a wee bit offensive.I apologize up front for being old fashioned. The Way To A Man’s Heart Is Through His Stomach. That motto was followed by my maternal grandmother, my mother and continues to be followed by me. I’m in my 60’s. As a retired couple, we cook and plan our meals together. It is a never ending love fest. Of food. Of each other.
I raised our daughter in this way. Her husband-to-be remarked, “Gee, no one ever cooked for me before.” Goal! He proposed, she’s only 21 at the time – there’s more work to be done (she no longer goes to Mass; he’s kind of an atheist).
**Recently, we’ve recognized a distinct disconnect of Catholics “in the world.” Another way of saying this is, Catholic women are guilty of wanting more than their mothers and grandmothers. More education, more career, more money, more furniture, more cars, more houses and on and on.
More of all of that results in less of what our ancestors gave to their children and their husbands. Less time. Less simplicity. Less holiness.**
Why should celebrity chefs, upscale restaurants, cookbook authors, and cable food shows take the place of the lovely family meal??
What are you doing to keep those fires in the stove burning?? Are you deeply focused on the family meals? Do both husband and wife share the kitchen duties? Shop together? Does your family treasure the Catholic Seasons? Through food?
Is it the case that cooking is the only way to show love? For instance, in my family this evening, we had a “simple” cafeteria dinner, and my husband is taking the kids out in a canoe now. Wouldn’t it be rather bad if I were sniffing at all the kitchen-mad families slaving over a stove and dishes instead of giving their children healthful outdoor exercise?
There are so many different enjoyable things to do as a family, and cooking is only one of them.