I had the opportunity to cook lunch today at my community. I was a bit drained out because of a bout of cold. Thankfully I had a great kitchen team that helped in the best possible way. We prepared a great meal and left a clean kitchen behind.
Once everyone started eating their meal I could sense that people enjoyed the food. I was happy. After finishing my meal , as I was heading out to wash the dishes , someone patted on my shoulder.
He smilingly told, ‘Thank you for bringing me close to my mother. I ate the food and thought my mother had cooked it.’ I was quite surprised by this compliment considering that he was from Israel and nothing we’d prepared was from the Israeli cuisine.
Then I realized that even though the spices were different the chief ingredient in the meal was the same.