Food is a staple. Especially homemade food, and especially in the south. Somebody's sick? Send food. Somebody died? Send food. Birthday? Lets eat. Literally everything and anything revolves around a meal. When we don't know how to help you, we feed you.

The food is important, yes. But the cooker is just as important if not more. Without the cookers, there would not be eaters. My Nana is a cooker. My Momma is a cooker. When I think of supper at Nana's, I think of meatloaf, green beans, and mashed potatoes, and the countless conversations around her dining room table.

When I think of supper at Mom's, I think of me and my brothers deep in our imaginary school room playing without a care in the world until mom would yell "Supper's ready!" We would go and sit at the table with mom and dad and talk about our days. Sometimes those conversations were good, and sometimes they weren't so great.

Then you have of course holiday meals, and traditions. When I think of holiday meals I think of Thanksgiving in West Virginia at Aunt Betty's. Then Christmas breakfast, and Christmas dinner with all sides of the family. All those times bring all kinds of memories. Conversations, laughter, and sometimes tears fill the room all while filling our bellies.