05/09/2026
Emily and I spent a whole lot of today doing what we do most days: helping people pick out food to feed the people they love.
Steaks for the grill. Chicken for dinner. Deli meat for lunches. Bacon because obviously. The ordinary stuff that somehow becomes the important stuff when it lands on a table, in a cooler, on a plate, or in somebody’s kitchen after a long week.
Food is one of the oldest ways we say, I love you.
I thought of you.
I want you fed.
I want you cared for.
And tomorrow can be a beautiful day, but we also know it can be complicated.
Not everyone has a mom.
Not everyone’s mom is here.
Not every mother-child relationship is easy.
And mothers come in all kinds of forms — moms, grandmas, aunties, stepmoms, sisters, friends, neighbors, women who showed up, women who stayed, women who fed people when feeding people was the only thing they knew how to do.
So from our little shop to your family, whatever that looks like:
We hope there is good food on your table.
We hope someone feels loved because you fed them.
And we hope you know how much it means to us that you let Beresford’s be a small part of that.
Happy Mother’s Day weekend.