I am in the midst of food retail season. There is a certain kind of excitement that comes with meeting the season. I’m finding creative ways to give, and I’ve had many moments of what I think of as unreasonable hospitality. It’s been deeply satisfying to help people carry forward their holiday traditions and customs.
We share a food story.
Sometimes that story is simple—dialing in cooking times and temperatures. Other times it carries more weight, like honouring the loss of a father by finding comfort in continuity. Food becomes a kind of social glue. It brings people together in joy, levity, and grief. It holds emotional range.
It’s busy, but I feel grounded. I’m grateful for the opportunity to bring people together in this way. I have a seat at the table.
We eat together.