Food Is Love

If food is love, then, the Crosby family is mucho loved.   This week, I have experienced one of the South's finest traditions:  excessive amounts of food brought to a grieving family.
Fried Chicken, baked ham, creamed corn, butter beans, squash casserole, chicken and dumplins, mac and cheese, chicken casserole, baked beans, roast and carrots, mashed potatoes, deviled eggs, potato salad, chipped boston butt, broccoli casserole, yeast roles, hashbrown casserole, Brunswick stew, rice, lima beans, sandwiches, cakes, cookies, pies.... I know I'm not naming all of it and there was more than one dish of several items.  Granny's kitchen counters and table were covered with tangible reminders that people cared about our family.
Granny's house was also filled with something else: family.  Our family.  Spending time together, taking time to talk and catch up.  My belief in the importance of family has been strengthened and renewed.  May we never forget just how loved we are.