The opening scene in the pilot of “Desperate Housewives” was at a wake. Everyone was coming in carrying some dish that they had prepared. The narrative said something about how it was instinctive, universal… it stuck with me. I’ve been thinking about that, and now have a theory as to why – it is nurturing in the most tangible manner. While the intent is not to feed the body – well, maybe a little - it is more about feeding the soul. You bake a cake for a birthday to show someone that they’re important to you. You cook all day on Thanksgiving to celebrate family and gratitude. And in the worst of times, we hope to fill a little of the hole that has been left behind with our shared sorrow, memories of joy, and a need to comfort. Somehow food is a language of the heart. I’m making Food for the Angels today. If not the cake, at least these thoughts can be delivered. Prayers to you and yours [originally posted April 2012 - unfortunately, circumstances require a re-post]