I hope there's food in Heaven

There's this little panaderia down the street called Maria's Bakery and I'm telling you, this woman makes the best freaking tamales ever. 

I had never heard of tamales until I moved to California 5 years ago.  There was a lady that would come to my work selling them.  One of the girls bought me one and told me I had to try it.  I was very confused because this thing was wrapped in a corn husk and I didn't think that would taste very good.  Much to my relief she explained that you have to take the corn husk off first.  It was a beef tamale with red sauce.  It just took one to get me hooked.

So this lady down the street has to be a saint because of how delicious these tamales are.  The picture just doesn't do it justice.  So as I was eating this I was comparing it to what it will be like it Heaven when I had the thought... I hope there's food in Heaven.  I mean, I love food.  Food is involved in all aspects of life.  It's like this:

Food is such an everyday part of my life that I think it would be super weird if there were no food in Heaven.  If there was no food, what would we do with all that extra time we had that was normally dedicated for the food preparation and consumption.  Will there be no get togethers for me to bring a strawberry salad to?  Will there be no little mexican lady to get tamales from?  I hope there is.