It seems that in the south (and, probably, in other regions of the country) people say "I care" or "I love you"with food.  When my husband and I visit his parents his mother always has everyone's favorite food:  fried chicken for him, mashed potatoes for me, macaroni and cheese for our son.  When any of our neighbors are sick or have a wedding or death in the family we drown them in food.  It's our way of saying we're sorry for what someone is going through or we are glad for the happy occasion.  I have a friend who cooks entire meals for people.  She did that for us when we first moved here before she even really knew us.  She was the first person at our door with food.  What a blessing that was to us.  In the hectic world we live in where no one seems to have time for a neighbor in need I'm glad that, at least in small southern towns, people still take the time to express concern with food.  Flowers are nice, but an item from someone's kitchen prepared with love speaks volumes.  I hope that my biscuits will become a part of that tradition.  I know that they have here in my town.  No, the person giving them didn't make them but they were made with love and care one at a time by hand in my kitchen.  God works in wonderful ways even through the smallest act of kindness.  Think about it.