By Middle-School Blogger Soleil Antle
Food is more than a meal; food is more than a thought; it’s the reason for our existence. There is a deeper level of communication between us and our food. We express ourselves through our baking/cooking as people always give their proudly baked meals to their families and friends who might be grieving or thriving in the world. If you really think about it, food connects all people.
Some people escape their sadness and bury themselves in their food, as it becomes comfort and pleasure. Emotionally, food is always there: the textures, flavors, aroma, and the visual attraction. You can sometimes hear food, like the bacon sizzling on a stove. After a bad day you just want to sit down and enjoy your favorite meal, whatever it might be. Flavor plays a big part in the emotional side of food; it’s hard to explain, but when you taste a meal that has clearly been worked on, you can feel the special connection between the chef and the plate–unlike fast food that is just pure chemicals thrown into a bag, with no love. My mom, an incredible cook, bakes from her heart. I can’t describe the amount of times she has stood at the oven all day whipping up something amazing. One of my personal favorites is her Blondies. They are vanilla brownies which are crunchy outside and soft inside. The whole seventh-grade class is obsessed with these, and you can see the smiles erupt on their faces every time we smell them. You take one bite, and you just want to eat the whole batch.
Others take pride in their culture creating special dishes and sharing them through the community. For example, Thanksgiving, here in the United States we celebrate by gathering together and sharing a large feast with turkey, potatoes, jams, stuffing, etc. We talk with people we haven’t seen in ages and share laughter. A lot of families also have special traditions like eating potluck style where each brings a favorite dish.
Another way families are brought close together is making memories like cooking for the first time. I remember being a toddler and standing on the stool just so I could reach the countertop to decorate sugar cookies with my mom. She would go all out and grab all the sprinkles and icing she had, making sure my sister and I would have the best time. It was always a competition as to who would get the bigger spoon to lick off the batter. It still tasted great even though it wasn’t even baked.
As a result food is more than nutrition; it’s a wonderful thing that brings joy and comfort. When I come home from a long day of school and practice, I just want to eat the delicious food my mom is preparing in the kitchen. It brings a smile to her face when my sister and I tell her how good her food is.
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