One of the reasons I like food is that it touches on so many other things; that it is so much more than just what we eat. Food means much more, and works on so many different levels. It is the chicken soup that helps restore us back to health when we are snivelling with a cold or the flu. It is the grapes we eagerly shove in our mouth at midnight as we enter a new year, hoping it will bring us luck and prosperity. It is the birthday cake we share to celebrate, topped with flickering candles. It is the salty, crispy fish and chips, scoffed on the beach at dusk. Food is an establisher and strenghtener of social connections. It is also a link between us as humans and our place on the earth, our environment. It relates us to the soil, to the grass. Your morning toast, that raspberry sorbet, that melted cheese on your onion soup; all of them are the product of the earth, of the ground and the energy from the sun.
But yet more than this; food is our sustainer, we must eat it to live. It nourishes us, it brings us health, energy and goodness. Or rather it does in theory.
