My Real Love Language? Food. Duh.

You know the classics: words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts, quality time, and physical touch...

But let me tell you a secret: my real love language? Showing someone a new flavor. Yup. Food.

And honestly, it’s basically the ultimate way to say “I care about you” without ever having to spell it out.

Now, don’t get it twisted, I respect ALL the love languages. They’re great. But there’s something wildly intimate about curating an experience for someone that’s entirely edible. It’s not just about slapping some guac on a chip and calling it a day (although I do love a good guacamole). It’s about thinking through every little detail: the vibe of the spot, the music, the lighting, the table by the window, the perfect bite that’ll make them go, “Whoa…how did you even find this spot?”

Food is sensory, right? And there’s a magic in guiding someone through it. It’s the closest you can get to saying, “I see you. I know you. And I want to show you something you didn’t even know you needed.” To me, my favorite thing in the world is when the person I am eating with takes that first bite and literally their eyes light up. Cliche? Maybe! But I really don’t care because it’s genuinely the best feeling. I think who you share a meal with is something that can make the food go from good meal to great one is because it’s part of the entire experience. That could be as simple as sharing the perfect al pastor taco, thinly sliced, marinated pork spun on a vertical spit, kissed with smoky pineapple, topped with fresh cilantro and onion, tucked into a warm, slightly charred tortilla, and finished with a squeeze of lime that hits all the sweet, zesty, savory notes in one perfect bite. Literally what more can you ask for?

Now I know to some of you, you might be like , “Milly… it’s JUST a taco…” But LISTEN thats not the point. My point is you don’t need a “lover” to do this. Friends, siblings, co-workers, even that barista who finally got your coffee order right, loving food is universal. Whether you want to cheer a friend up or treat your mom for her birthday, good food brings people together and can really make any special relationship feel seen and loved. But, if it’s romantic, this is where you can make your partner’s heart flutter. Planning a night out that feels like it was scripted just for them? Picking a place that hits all their aesthetic and taste points? That’s so special. And listen I do NOT mean spending your entire paycheck at Eleven Madison Park or some other crazy, pricy tasting menu in the city. Whether you go to a hole in the wall or a 3-star Michelin spot, it is about the thought and effort you put into finding their perfect bite.

And let’s talk about the excitement of learning or discovering something new. Finding a hole-in-the-wall dumpling spot, a dessert cart that changes daily, or a cocktail with a savory twist that makes them stop mid-sip…this is basically curating little intimate food moments. You’re playing cupid with your taste buds, turning every bite into a little spark of connection.

So yes, I’m out here, openly admitting it: my love language is edible. And honestly, it’s the most versatile, memorable, and downright fun language there is. It doesn’t require a textbook definition, a heartfelt monologue, or even matching outfits (unless that’s your vibe, then go off, divas). Just thoughtful bites, clever spots, and the willingness to share the kind of flavors that make someone’s eyes light up.

Here’s the takeaway: food is a real love language. And honestly? It might just be the best way to tell someone you care without ever having to say a word. Now, excuse me while I find the next perfect bite to make my friends swoon.