I think there are very few problems in this world that can’t be worked out when people prepare food and eat together. There’s something about the act of nurturing ourselves while nurturing others that makes us feel whole. Food heals wounds and helps us better understand ourselves and others. We cannot fear or hate on a full belly.
There are times lately when I wish it were possible to get fighting factions—the police and protestors, Democrats and Republicans, Russia and just about everyone—together in the kitchen for one night and see what might come of baking and breaking bread together. I wonder if that might work. Can we find a way to make food, not war?
Christa Avampato 