No one can contest that we need food. It is a matter of simple survival. However, when it comes to the community surrounding one’s experience with food, there are numerous possibilities. My favourite part of creating food is the act of sharing it with those I love. Watching something I have bred love into–that bring joy to others– is wholly satisfying. Don’t get me wrong – I adore eating what I make as well, but the ability to share adds so much to the experience.
This summer, I’ve had the pleasure of cooking with and for a handful of friends. More often than not, someone comes into the kitchen (or to the market) with an idea. On some days that is inkling, and on others, it is a full-blown menu plan. No matter how it begins, we end up in the kitchen. Tasks get divvied-up and the meal begins to take shape. Occasionally, music will be playing and we’ll sway as we cook. Conversation flows and memories are recalled as we create new ones.
Sitting down with good food and even better company is the best gift. Time is the one thing that we never know how much we may have, so sharing it with those we love is not a wasted effort. Roasted potatoes eaten out of the pan, warm-from-the-oven banana bread given while walking out the door, grilled halloumi salad, and peanut butter pie all mean different people to me. Food starts out as nourishment, and with a little love becomes memories. Quiet nights are just as valuable as dynamic ones, as the most important part is always the company.
Never underestimate the power of sharing a meal with those you love.
Who have you shared a meal with lately? What made it special?