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A big meal. A small snack. A quick bite of breakfast as you run out the door in the morning. A raid of the fridge in the middle of the night. Working all day to prepare a family feast. Feeling no shame in feeding your family something from the drive-thru.
We all have to eat. Some enjoy it more than others. Some find joy in the preparation. Others find joy in the consumption. But nobody likes doing the dishes when the meal is over.
Food is a central part of life. Not just for physical survival. Think about all the times when you ate when you weren’t hungry. My family has a favorite frozen yogurt shop that we visit on Saturday nights. They have a huge variety of FroYo flavors, and every topping you could ever imagine. The three of us make our FroYo sundaes and we sit at a table and laugh, talk, and share bites of our treats.
At our church we share meals together in our small groups, and together as a whole church. Sharing a meal is about more than eating. It’s about fellowship. It’s about sharing time with each other, getting to know each other, growing closer together. So much can happen over a burger, chips, and lemonade. Yes, a group of people can just hang out in the same room and talk, but think about how much more open and relaxed a social setting is when there is food involved. Catered food is good, but the best food for social settings potluck. Tell everyone you are having a potluck and watch everybody show up with their best and favorite culinary offerings.
Last Thanksgiving we had a potluck at work. One person brought the turkey and everybody else brought the sides and desserts. We all piled into our conference area and anticipated diving into the bounty laid before us. We prayed over our meal, and then stuffed ourselves silly. We spent the rest of the day grazing on the leftovers. As we all crowded around our conference table with our plates piled high, we set aside every thought of work for an hour. We laughed. We talked. We told stories. For a short moment in time we were not co-workers. We were a family sharing a Thanksgiving meal that was prepared with love by every person that sat around that table.
We use food to show joy when we have a party. We show food to show sympathy when a person is sick or grieving. So many events in life are not just events to be experienced, but instead are events to share a meal with those we care about. It’s no coincidence that some dishes are referred to as comfort food. Those dishes are made with more than just cheese, seasoning, and broth. When we cook for those we love we pour our heart into those dishes. We prepare those dishes to make others happy because we know those same dishes make us happy when we need them.
I love to cook. I love preparing new recipes for my husband and son. I enjoy finding out that they enjoy and what they don’t. I enjoy bringing new foods into our home that we have never tried before. The world is a great big place, and I doubt I’ll ever be able to explore it all. But I can bring the world into my home through my kitchen. Yet no matter how culinarily adventurous my family gets, there is something simple and comforting about a good old fashioned peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Some things a person just never outgrows.
For the record, I am 40 years old and tonight for dinner I enjoyed a bowl of Froot Loops. There is never a wrong time of day for cereal.
Here is a sneak peak at the topic for day 006: “Eye Contact: Write about two people seeing each other for the first time.” I’m excited about this one. I already have a mental picture working.
Until next time . . .