But aside from the imbalances and dis-eased aspects of food & such related to it, which is most likely not love, but as a substitute for love, I rather think food is love. Good food. Warm healthy nourishing food. Provisions for the day-sort-of-food. Tea when you need a sit-down sort of love. Care. Compassion. Nutrition. Taste. Warmth or cold. Vitality. Breaking of the bread. Health.
My husband thought this was a silly saying when I first said it to him many years ago. He was off to haul hay on a very cold Wisconsin day...lots of snow, lots of ice. But we'd bought a lot of hay at an auction & the hay needed to be hauled, needed to be had.
So, off he drove with a couple others & I handed him a big jar of our version of quick trail mix -- chocolate chips, raisins, sunflower seeds (if you're lucky), nuts of whatever type we have around. I said, "food is love," as I handed it to him & he reluctantly took it & thought it silly. Likely I included a thermos of tea, but don't remember that part. And then, when they came home, many hours later because of delays with ice & loading, he was so grateful for the trail mix. So glad that it was there because of the cold & the effort of the day...he realized what care that meant. To be cared for, to care for others in a helpful, positive, good way through food...sustenance, more.
Many many jars of trail mix later & cookies & home-grown, home-made road provisions, field lunches, coffee breaks at the tractor, cold tea in the field, picnics at the end of planting hundreds of yards of potatoes & a growing lifetime of growing good food, it is our quiet understanding that food is love.