When I was younger, as I would sit down to eat whatever meal my mom had prepared for me, I would pause and stare at my food for a moment. Then, after blessing the meal, I'd start to eat. In mid chew, I'd look at my mom and ask, "Was this made with love?" And she'd chuckle and say, "Yes, of course! I always make food for you with love." And some how when I continued on with my eating, the food tasted a little bit better. 

Have you had a similar experience? Maybe you've got a favorite dish becaus...