It IS about the love isn’t it?  Whenever I am in the kitchen using an old and treasured recipe, I am reminded of this truism.  When I prepare a recipe handed down to me from older generations, I am caught up in memories of that person, feeling their presence very much with me.  Sharing food is love multiplied and gratitude floods my soul when I see people appreciating a special dish I have made for them for it is then that I remember that  I am nourishing their souls and spirits as much as providing nourishment for their bodies.  I find this especially true with elderly folks; the memories they share about special family foods, the taste of a dish their parents or grandparents made, their own time spent happily cooking for their families when they were younger and stronger remind me of the power of love and how love provides the greatest sustenance of all.