Foodie, Table For 1

Maybe it’s because somewhere along the road some evil and yet also chef-like scientist infused garlic butter into my family’s DNA, but I was always raised to believe that a good meal is a big deal. Dinnertime is not a simple concept to me, and while this sounds so ridiculous when I write it out, food and the way it brings people together just might be my love language.

Okay, yes, internet, we can always make obesity speeches and talk about America’s overindulgence, but I’m not talking about eating. The typical American stereotype of eating- or a mindless consumption of mass-produced false food-byproduct- is a crime, I think. Call me a nerd, but a good meal is enjoyed, not just eaten. We’re talking flavors, textures, temperatures, spices and smells, and that’s just the tip of the tasty iceberg. Food has the capacity to be complex or simple, comforting and exotic, and of course, it’s the perfect accent to a great conversation or a fantastic evening.

Considering my resources are, well, limited as a freeloading college student, I’m not calling ahead to five-star restaurants every night (or ever, really) but even the simplest thrown-together-with-love-and-whatever-was-in-the-pantry dinners my friends and I whip up are supremely special and make me do a little happy dance at the table. Something about sharing a meal makes me sentimental, and well, last night was no exception.

Wanna cure your troubles?

Gather your good friends that laugh loudly and cute little boot glasses (!) and serve up some pesto-parmesan pasta. Easy, but oh-so-effective.

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One response to “Foodie, Table For 1

  1. I suppose food is the 6th love language?

    Not to JJ it up, but in the 2nd chapter of Acts it paints this really incredible picture of the 1st Century church and how it behaved

    Acts 2:42-46

    And they devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers. And awe came upon every soul, and many wonders and signs were being done through the apostles. And all who believed were together and had all things in common. And they were selling their possessions and belongings and distributing the proceeds to all, as any had need. And day by day, attending the temple together and breaking bread in their homes, they received their food with glad and generous hearts, praising God and having favor with all the people. And the Lord added to their number day by day those who were being saved.

    So even historically, this thing you’re talking about has been an important part of the church body fellowship as a way of remembering God’s providence in way of brothers and sisters (not bread alone) and sustenance (but bread also). Every meal is an opportunity to worship him with our lives and our thanksgiving. So it was bread then, it can be chips and queso now, or spinach artichoke dip, or even better, Chik-Fil-A (God’s favorite fast food).

    At any rate, the same God who made Kelsey Manning, the color blue, and sustained chords made Tex-Mex and if that doesn’t lead the heart back to joyful worship for the fact that he died so we might put His glory on full display in all we do, including eat and drink, then I wouldn’t know what would.

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