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 A new blog to contain answers to prompts |
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one. Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.  |
| Prompt: Food “Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.” Ruth Reichl In what ways are food and life connected, and why is food so important that it takes so much of our time? ---------- I think how we eat mirrors and enhances how we live. That's why, even when I'm eating alone, I make a big deal of it. I pause in thanks, for example-before the first bite, no matter how simple or lavish the food is. This is because food marks time, and because of that thought, each meal I turn into a small ritual. This steadies me, as if this could be my last meal. I guess, life needs markers, and without ritual, life blurs. With it, I express gratitude and create meaning for myself. As to what the quote implies, I believe Ruth Reichl is saying that food and eating together creates belonging. She means, few things bring people together as naturally as a shared meal. This is why weddings, funerals, holidays, and ordinary weekends revolve around tables. As loneliness is often eased by the simple act of sharing food, such a connection comforts and nourishes us as much as the edibles and calories do. About the preparation of food taking time, of course, it does. Good things rarely happen instantly. Vegetables must be peeled and cut. Dough must rise. Stews must simmer. This is partly because what we eat often reflects who we are. It points to our heritage, beliefs, geography, and even our values. Recipes passed down through generations preserve the stories of people in our families, their hardship, joys, celebrations, and above all, resilience. Just as we inherit traditions, we also choose what to keep, adapt, or let go. My sons are surprised when I eat cured black olives at breakfast, as they were my grandmother's favorite breakfast food. And likewise, life, same as cooking, blends the old with the new. After all, food is one of the most universal languages. It is a container for remembrances. It is identity on a plate. It is memory in motion. In a way, it becomes like life itself; fragile, fleeting, and deeply sustaining, be it solitary or hopefully communal. . |
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