As a child born in the 1960's I grew up sipping the last bitter drops of my mothers "straight" black coffee at a well worn kitchen table with her lady friends. This was a daily ritual in our suburban neighborhood. Coffee breaks began as soon as sons and daughters were packed off to school and before most of the women even had a chance to get the foam rollers and bobby pins out of their hair. Gathering around a kitchen table, good food, laughter...its a way of life to me. Food is Love is a book about my life, stories from my youth, others from my chaotic life as a married, mom o' three...with...