Food. We all eat; we share it. Now, WHAT we eat and how we eat, how we prepare said food, that is the topic of many blogs, articles and an entire industry.
More and more, whether you a foodie or not, you’re aware of your food today in a way that you weren’t only a couple of years ago. Every time we open a magazine, turn on the TV, read a newspaper or check in with a website, there something about food: a famous chef, food poisoning alert, a quick recipe, corporate farming, a new restaurant, sustainable food. Its a hot topic. We’re inundated with information about food and its sources. Even for those of us passionate about food, its hard to keep track of it all. But the more important question is “why do we care?”
We care because we instinctively understand that we are what we eat. We know this in our souls, our minds and in particular our bodies. But I believe that in this very difficult economic time, food matters more than it ever has before.
Every day, we are reminded of how little in our lives we actually control. We can’t control the guy with the fat fingers who sends the stock market tumbling. We can’t control lay-offs and oil spills. We can’t control Greece’s economy or even our own. But what we can control and what brings us comfort, is the food we choose to eat. We can actively choose to make decisions that impact ourselves, our communities and our future simply by what sits in our refrigerators. Small choices they may be, but small decisions have major impact. In my mind, a farmer’s market is one of the best examples of this philosophy at work. Our control over our food is completely ours. Most 10 year-olds could eloquently argue my next point, but aside from them, no one makes us buy or eat something we absolutely do not want to eat.
But its more than control. Food creates the very things that we as a society crave. Food brings us comfort. Food gives us community. I know of almost no one today who isn’t over-worked, under paid and barely appreciated at their jobs. Yet, at the end of the day, my husband and I meet at the dinner table. The weight of the day is temporarily lifted. Before us sits a meal that says “you matter.” Whether or not we cook, we are all a community of “eaters”. When we partake with those we love, we are reaffirming our collective commitment to spending time together. When we share an experience, we reaffirm our relationships. We create a moment from which to draw on in the future. A memory, a laugh, a tear. We share. We do it over the plates prepared with passion and love as we lift our forks to mouths as open as our hearts and minds. For those of us who write about food and read about food, we know that there is a community to like-minded passionates. We reach out into one another’s blogs, kitchens and homes. We reconvene before dinner and after. Sometimes we discuss our foibles, sometimes we kvetch about the experience, sometimes we help one another out. But we always know, somewhere, some place is a group of people willing to listen.
Maybe more importantly during a time like ours, food inspires. Each evening as I lay out my dinner plans, I visualize a victory over the new recipe. I mentally venture to the place where this recipe originated. I dream of going to there some day. On some days when I open the refrigerator and the quiet hum greets me with greens and reds and yellows and oranges, I am reminded to breathe. To create. To appreciate. Staring into the eye of an avocado, I imagine that I can create something beautiful today. Create something worthy of the precious time at the dinner table when we meet at the table and something magical happens: we turn off the the TV and we talk. Sometimes dinner conversation is about work. Sometimes its about current events. Sometimes its just about the food. But sometimes, when what’s before us is just right, the conversation is about dreams and hopes. Our senses are inspired and as we move through the meal, we suddenly feel invigorated and able to dream again. For a brief time in the evening we aren’t too tired to imagine. When all else fails me, when the day has been lousy, I still have dinner to prepare and escape within.
Locavores. Omnivores. Vegetarians. Chefs. Cooks. Food is the single thing we all share. The experience of eating brings us together. We’re all artists, or aficionados. Food matters because more than ever before, it allows us to reconnect with our humanity.
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You know I totally dig what you are saying! I often asked myself the question too and I finally came up with an answer. Stay tuned.
@tasteofbeirut – thanks for coming by and the great comment. Did I mention I was digging on those AWESOME looking cheese puffs on your site! MMMMM
Great Post Tara! Your right. Food gives us comfort, and community. You cant cook if you dont like people. Food is a way of expression, gives inspiration, nourishes, satisfies, and starts a conversation. I guess wherever we are, and whatever we eat and however we prepare our food in different ways, whatever language we speak, food becomes our universal language – a common ground of all people.
Dear Tara – What a fabulous post! It is such a great extension of what PT was saying the other day on her blog about the connection between food & love.
And so very true….I cook because I love!
Once again a wonderful and insightful post. Big hugs coming your way
Devaki @ weavethousandflavors
@Devaki – your RIGHT, it is much like what PT wrote…must have been inspired by her, yet again! Thank you for reading!
@Mhe-Lhanee- Thank you for reading. I truly appreciate it. If the world were full of foodies, perhaps there would finally be world peace. =)
My heart leapt for joy as I read through your posting. That is because this is the true meaning of happiness. This is exactly what it is all about. Your eyes see what many never notice… “I mentally venture to the place where this recipe originated. I dream of going to there some day. On some days when I open the refrigerator and the quiet hum greets me with greens and reds and yellows and oranges, I am reminded to breathe. To create. To appreciate. Staring into the eye of an avocado, I imagine that I can create something beautiful today.” One is born with that kind of inner sight. I know people with 20/20 vision and are as blind as a bat.
In another world, in another time of my life. After my children were delivered to school, I would return back to my six girlfriends. Upstairs on the 3rd floor was Annoula, 2nd floor was Ariadne, to my left and behind my flat was Myrto on the 2nd floor, on the 1st was Callipie and her sister Nikki and finally there was Tessie down the street. I would come out of my kitchen and holler up to them… “is the coffee ready?” We would gather and the first thing we would discuss was what each of us was going to cook for those we love. In the afternoon one would walk down our street filled with aromatic scents that would tell… Oh! Eleni is making stuffed peppers, Maria is making fish… all of this added flavor to our lives. Your post reminded me “once again” of all the wonderful things my eyes and “nose” have experienced. You reminded me that I was blessed.
Thank you for a gift that could never be measured in gold.
Never!
Bear hugs to you and your wonderful husband.
Gaby and I love you!
@PT- I love that story, its perfect. How lucky for you that you had that time in your life, so filled with sensation and awareness….times like that make us sharper, keener, more “us”…more human =) Thanks again for reading and sharing that beautiful story.
Hey Tara, I just clicked over from another blog, but I feel I’ve seen your face before (smile). Yes, we can choose our food and its source. Well, if we the money to do so…. I want to start a movement where people demand that all food is grown to USDA organic standards or even better. I don’t think it’s right that there is a choice. To me, that’s saying that if you have money you can eat healthfully. And, if you don’t, well here’s some pesticide laden, genetically modified stuff…
Problem is I don’t really know how to start a movement (ugh).
@stella – thanks for stopping by. I’ve been to your blog and really enjoyed it. You have a great following on your blog…start your movement, my dear! You’ll find lots of support for that concept and idea.
I agree completely! If there was a way to explain to non-foodies what it’s like to be a Foodie, this would be it. I recently fractured three bones in the metarsal of my right foot (due to medications–oddly, I didn’t drop anything on it) and now I have to be extra careful when I walk–and walk with a cane. I can’t control my own energy level due to that–but I can control what I eat!
I think that’s also why eating disorders are so prevelant among teenagers and the elderly. Both age groups either feel like they don’t have control over their own lives, or actually DON’T have control. Food is the one thing they CAN control!