Food is my “love language.”
Others may count physical touch, words of affirmation or quality time as their special gift and I try to do all of those things too, but the key word is “try”.
Food comes naturally to me. I don’t have to try. It’s how I express my appreciation, devotion, joy.
There are two personalities that live within my brain. You might picture an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other.
Matty B refers to these personalities as “Old Holley” and “New Holley”. They’re both lovely. Let me tell you a little more.
Old Holley: In an attempt to show her love and devotion (and let’s be honest, show-off just a little), Old Holley prepares elaborate, from-scratch meals for family, friends, and most recently, employees. Old Holley stays up super duper late and gets up super duper early to create these meals. Old Holley leaves a kitchen full of dirty dishes for Matty B to wash. Old Holley is loved and adored by those who eat the fruits of her labor. Matty B still thinks she’s cute (relief), but is tired of doing dishes.
New Holley: In an attempt to show her love and devotion, but also spend time with her babies and not make her husband despise her, New Holley finds great treats at Costco, Whole Foods and Trader Joes. New Holley spends more money than Old Holley, but is rested and appreciated by Matty “dishpan hands” B. New Holley continues to please those whom she loves, and guess what? They can’t tell the difference. And Matty B continues to think she’s cute.
Old Holley took a sabbatical about 4 years ago. (Interesting to note that J Man is 4 years old? Coincidence?). New Holley has been reigning supreme.
And then I got a new job. My new bosses and co-workers have not been acquainted with either of my split personalities. Also, they don’t know about my gifts. They don’t know about my love language. I have a reputation to uphold, people!
Matty B took one look at me and said, “Is Old Holley back?”
And she’s not. I promise. I made muffins. Big deal. Old Holley would have made muffins and quiche and roasted potatoes and fresh squeezed orange juice.
We’re ushering in a new era.
Meet Middle Aged Holley. I have the grey hairs to prove it…