Chow Bella has a valentine for you. For the rest of February, we're handing out Candy Hearts -- stories of food and love from some of our favorite writers. Enjoy.
From the moment her child is conceived, a mother's love flows in the form of food. In the womb, it is delivered through her blood. In infancy, it's passed through milk or formula and the sacrifice of sleep those methods demand. Growing up, a child's taste buds are branded with his mother's cooking; whether it's the perfect ratio of cinnamon and sugar she sprinkles like magic on morning toast, the subtle tang of hickory in her honey-glazed chicken, or the bewitching sense of comfort infused in her roasted vegetable soup, no one will ever make it quite like she does.More »