Food, what does it mean in your family? If preparing food and sharing a meal with our family and friends were a love language, we Rabourn's would speak it fluently. Meal time is the time that brings our family close together. Often we find ourselves laughing uncontrollably over stories retold dozens of times. Our family and friends know that the door is always open to anyone who desires a meal cooked with love.
One such meal that Brian and I enjoyed and the kids missed out on was my last Sunday meal. This dinner was thinly sliced chicken fillets lightly covered in flower, Parmesan cheese, and Italian seasoning slowly cooked in olive oil and butter. After the chicken was cooked on one side I added portobello mushrooms and let them cook until the inside juices of the mushroom bubbled out or the small holes and cracks. At this point the kitchen air filled with one of my favorite scents, cooked mushrooms. In another pot I added half a stick of butter, a small container of whipping cream, garlic and Parmesan cheese. This tasty sauce reminded me why I hate to eat out in restaurants where inferior food are prepared without love and care. Lastly, I cooked up the fresh and home-made ravioli. As soon as Brian put the first bite in his mouth, he said, "This is really special." I look at him and said, "Hey, I only paid $7.00 for this whole meal. In a restaurant we would have paid $18.00 per person." Later, when I told Ted what we ate for dinner, he told us, "Next time you need to call when you make such a meal."
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