People say home is where the heart is. Theyre wrong. Im not cold and ruthless, I swear – I just have another opinion.
Alas, alack, home is where the stomach is.
When you call mom up and say youll be home for the holidays, does she say awh sweetheart what kind of pepcid ac can I get you for that heartburn? No (because that would be weird.) she asks you what she can cook/bake/whip up for you! Its just the natural response. We children can be away anywhere from the 8 hour school day to the 4 year college stint – and still expect a homecooked meal waiting upon our arrival.
The eastern world accuses westerners of being gastro-minded and food obsessed, but I think we just know how to make a person feel right at home. Do restaurant commercials not say “…like your mom used to make?” do matchmakers not tell single women everywhere that a way to man’s heart is through his stomach?” they do!
Home is where you hang your hat, home is where you wear your pajamas until dinner, and home is where you bring your boyfriend when you need to promise him that you, too, will one day make that killer green bean casserole. Pass the pepcid?
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