Book Review: Home Made by Liz Hauck

Sometimes the simplest things—like sitting down to dinner—end up carrying the heaviest meaning. Liz Hauck’s Home Made: A Story of Grief, Groceries, Showing Up—and What We Make When We Make Dinner is proof that a pot of chili or a plate of pasta can be about far more than just nourishment. It’s about connection, resilience, and the quiet ways we take care of one another. Hauck takes readers into her life with a warmth that feels like being invited to her table, reminding us how much healing can happen when we choose to show up, even when we don’t have all the answers.

The book follows Hauck’s journey of volunteering to cook weekly dinners with teenage boys living in a residential home in Boston, a project she began after her father’s death. At first, the dinners are awkward, filled with silence, jokes, or burned food. But as time goes on, the kitchen becomes a place where walls start to fall and small, genuine moments of trust emerge. Hauck doesn’t shy away from sharing her own grief and uncertainty, and in doing so, she paints a moving picture of how food can be both a bridge and a balm. The story is personal, but it also feels universal, since it taps into that human desire to belong, to be seen, and to share something real.

What makes Home Made stand out is its refusal to romanticize the work. Hauck doesn’t pretend that cooking with at-risk teens magically solves their struggles, nor does she turn her grief into a tidy lesson. Instead, she shows the uneven, sometimes messy process of creating community, meal by meal. That honesty makes the book deeply relatable, because most of us know what it’s like to feel out of place or unsure of how to help. Her writing is tender without being sentimental, and she balances humor with heartbreak in a way that keeps the story both grounded and hopeful.

This isn’t just a book about cooking—it’s a book about presence. Hauck demonstrates that sometimes the most important thing isn’t offering perfect solutions but simply showing up, week after week, with an open heart and a willingness to share whatever we can. The act of preparing dinner together becomes a metaphor for care, patience, and resilience. Readers are reminded that love often looks like consistency, and that healing can happen in quiet, unexpected ways. It’s a gentle but powerful reminder that even the smallest rituals can shape lives in lasting ways.

Home Made is the kind of book that lingers after you close it, not because of a dramatic plot twist but because of the quiet truths it carries. Hauck’s reflections on grief and community feel especially timely in a world that often feels disconnected. Her story leaves you wanting to gather your own people around the table, no matter how humble the meal. This is a heartfelt, thoughtful, and uplifting read, perfect for anyone who believes that food is never just food—it’s memory, connection, and love served on a plate.

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