I love that the word receta in Spanish can mean both a recipe and a prescription. Whereas “comfort food” in English makes me think of eating ice cream standing over the freezer or the solitary microwave bowl of mac and cheese eaten on the couch, the word receta unites food and preparation and need and nourishment as a higher art. Not just what will drown my sorrows but qué me apetece as well as qué necesito and cómo puedo prepararlo.
The word receta helps me remember how to take care of myself and others when eating, especially under stress. Thoughtful hands, fresh ingredients, and a little bit of time. It’s why people bring homemade dishes, not junk food, to people experiencing hard times.
Today, make yourself a homemade, from-scratch, dish you’re craving. Or feed someone in need. Or both! Though I’ve often heard repeated in this country that food does not equal love (as a catchphrase for combating obesity) no me lo creo. To me homemade, healthful food is love without words; a cure (or por lo menos a balm) for whatever afflicts you.
* photo by sergis blog