Write about a character whose love language is making food for others.

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“Home-Cooking Ardor” by Debra Koffski

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The peaches needed to be ripe and full of sweetness. I was making Grilled peaches with amaretto for dessert. My baby had been away for a job for two weeks, and Lord, I missed her. My plan was to pick her up from the airport, bring her home, open the wine, serve her a scrumptious meal, and spend the rest of the night working it off in the best way possible. I took my glass jar with the amaretto and set it on the counter. My favorite thing to do is to cook, and my second favorite was to watch people enjoy the food I cook. It’s like my love ...

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“Not Nothing” by Dustin Rader

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Josh woke and tried not to think about the text he’d gotten before going to bed. It wasn’t an unusual text, just a notification from his roommate, Aaron, that he’d be bringing a girl home after their date had apparently gone well. Aaron brought people home occasionally, and he was always courteous in sending Josh a text so he could handle the situation in a way that made him comfortable. It was nice. Aaron was nice. Josh liked that Aaron was nice like that. And in the mornings, Aaron always made his dates breakfast. Sometimes i...

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“Caleb, Dorm Chef” by Sarah Burnod

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I turn the stove on. Click, click, click, and the blue flames grow. I unscrew the olive oil’s lid, pour it in the pan, wipe a stray droplet with the towel tossed over my shoulder. Soon David, Mike and Jonas would come home, so there was no time to lose. The pantry is full, as always. Every Sunday we pool our money, share our cravings and make the long journey to Cart, the cheapest grocery store in town. Jonas, who basically lives in the gym and does hammer curls in his sleep, carries three bags while the rest of us share the other two. I gr...

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“Leah's Last and First Supper” by Sharon Swan

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The Master would be coming soon, coming for Leah. I had known the time was approaching; her spirit lit the darkness like a new sun. A light patter drummed on the roof, trying its best to persuade the world to slow down. The message was broken by the spray of road water from passing cars: cars piloted by those deaf to nature’s plea. The coffee pot clicked on in the...

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“Crying in the Supermarket” by Deana Payne

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In the days and weeks leading up to taking my fifteen-year-old son to boarding school, I found myself becoming overly sentimental at times. I liken those moments to the feeling one gets when hugging a family member or close friend goodbye. One whom you don’t know when you will see again. The embrace is loving and warm but also bittersweet because no matter how hard or how long either of you holds on, you know that it is going to end and you both will go your separate ways. The irony is not lost on me that I was glimpsing the future in ...

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“Home” by Luka Noel

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When I wake up he is already knocking on my door because he promised he would before leaving for work. He always wakes me up asking if I'd like a coffee despite having already started making it. 2 sugars with milk. I don’t like milk in my coffee but I won't tell him that. He feels guilty about waking me up, despite it being me who asked, so he buys a doughnut from the petrol station. It’s my favourite so I won’t say anything to him. He feels guilty about a lot of things. When I arrive in the country I get the train straight to my hom...

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“After Dinner, quite Before Breakfast” by Mar Sainter

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“Could I buy one of the…?” I said in my quasi-Spanish, gesturing at the pomegranates.They lay all around, at your feet, like clumps of ruby beads spilling out of cracked skulls. Your laughter pierced the air. It reverberated somewhere deep in my chest, bubbling and pleasant. Maybe the pomegranates were more of swelled up, bashed in hearts, not unlike my own. It kept skipping beat upon beat, no doubt causing my awkward smile to become even more crooked than it was. First impressions were clearly my thing.You sold one of them to me for five ri...

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“A Chef's Show of Love” by Madison McClure

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Ryan Erickson had quietly glowing, copper-penny eyes and soft, curling, coal-black hair with only a strand or two of silver at his temples. He was about 35 years old, lightly built and hovering just above the six foot mark. His face was thin, but his jaw was finely chiseled and completed with a handsome cleft chin. He had a good-natured manner, and he had a very sweet, very warm, dimpled smile which instantly melted the heart of the beholder. He was very patient and fairly reserved; he worked hard, and was good at his job. The first impressi...

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“Love in Small Pieces” by Nauro Rezende Jr

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Born at the beginning of the past century from a borderline poor family, she did not have too much education. Maybe just the elementary degree. Enough to read and write. Like so many born in that situation, her working life started early, helping the family to sell anything they could, fruits, food, and services. When she was younger, she spent her time over and old, new at that time, sewing machine, making dresses, blouses, and slacks for those who could pay for them.Married to a communist woodworker made artisan at old age, they build...

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“What's for dessert?” by Kimberly Bruné

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Kirsten and I met at culinary school and, right after discovering that we were both deaf, started spending every day together. It felt nice to finally have someone around you who understood everything you were going through. But that was just the cherry on top. It felt like nothing I ever felt before to help someone else feel understood. After a year I had someone explain that this feeling was love. Something I had never felt before because I had felt no connection similar to Kirsten’s. I confessed my love to her that night over so...

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“Dropped Dumplings” by John McNiel

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Jack drove up to the house. He checked the address twice against the directions, then noticed Thomas’s car down the street. Smiling, he got out and approached the door. Ian opened it as he knocked.“You found it!”“I found the store too,” Jack said, opening his pack. “I got the pretzels, pizza, and soda right here.”Ian grinned; and a girl's voice called out to them to shut the door, or else the cats might escape, and they quickly came inside. In the other room was a large table, and Ian introduced Jack to the others.Thomas was Jack’s best frie...

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“I didn't cry” by Janis Cannon-Bowers

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I didn’t cry when my mother died. I’m not sure how to feel about that. Maybe some mothers don’t deserve tears when they die—I don’t know. And if she knew I didn’t cry, it would play into one of her favorite narratives. She’d say, “you see, Aunt Nettie’s kids worship the ground she walks on. They kiss her ass every chance they get. But my ungrateful kids don’t even cry when I die.” Of course, if we had a funeral (we didn’t) she’d be horrified if we didn’t at least pretend to cry. With Mom, it was alway...

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“What They Like” by Marta Maliszewska

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Laurel doesn’t eat anything. This used to terrify me when we first started living together. Her dinners would consist of instant ramen and a single egg. Soft, small bowls of pasta with canned tomato sauce. Frozen ravioli. Peanut butter and jelly. These meals were put on repeat. I watched them, day after day, mildly appalled but still too shy to offer her my own cooking, feeling that any criticism of her diet would be presumptuous, and not wanting to make her uncomfortable in having to refuse anything she didn’t like. I didn’t really know wha...

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“WHEN MOMMA AIN'T HAPPY” by Susan Catucci

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Maisy Turntrap was washing her hands as meticulously as she had massaged the giant shoulder roast she was preparing with her special dry rub. When her phone signaled there was a call, she quickly wiped her hands before crossing the small kitchen to see who it was. The Caller ID indicated it was her daughter ."Hello. Janna?""Hi, Momma. I have a slight change in plans.""Oh. Are you still coming?""Oh yes, I'll be there, and I'm bringing a friend.""Well, that's fine, Dear. Who . . .""You'll see. Let it be a surprise. Be there soon!"Maisy star...

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“Kusina” by D Feliciano

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When Marie Lopez thinks of home, she thinks of the kitchen. She pictures the motley of pots and pans her family has collected over the years piled in the cabinet next to the oven. Over time they have been dented and stained, but her father always swears that that’s how you know they’re reliable. She also pictures the tall spice rack by the stove with her grandmother’s mortar and pestle sitting beside it. When Marie had first gotten an interest in cooking, her grandmother tasked her with helping grind up herbs and spices with it. She could st...

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Write about a character whose love language is making food for others.

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✍️ 37 stories

“Home-Cooking Ardor” by Debra Koffski

“Not Nothing” by Dustin Rader

“Caleb, Dorm Chef” by Sarah Burnod

“Leah's Last and First Supper” by Sharon Swan

“Crying in the Supermarket” by Deana Payne

“Home” by Luka Noel

“After Dinner, quite Before Breakfast” by Mar Sainter

“A Chef's Show of Love” by Madison McClure

“Love in Small Pieces” by Nauro Rezende Jr

“What's for dessert?” by Kimberly Bruné

“Dropped Dumplings” by John McNiel

“I didn't cry” by Janis Cannon-Bowers

“What They Like” by Marta Maliszewska

“WHEN MOMMA AIN'T HAPPY” by Susan Catucci

“Kusina” by D Feliciano

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