First, as a little introduction of myself, I’m your typical 18 year old white male. I’m interested in your typical things; among them are, music, movies, television, books, and running. I try to be healthy to a degree, but I occasionally let comfort, familiarity, and pleasure win out in the area of food consumption. My family background isn’t one of extravagance or wealth, and I was the token “picky eater” as a kid, so I am accustomed to eating simply and quickly, sometimes sacrificing quality for availability (let’s just say Totino’s Party Pizzas were my long-time staple).
Why does it matter though?
Food matters immensely, regardless of status or individual standing. It is the fuel that keeps our human essence lit, and comforts and reminds people of home. Food in my own household has been a reflection of the state of my family. Prior to my parents’ separation from one another, we ate together as a family and it was a traditional source of comradery and normality, but after the fact, living with my father who is inept in the culinary arts, we dined mainly upon fast food. Every night became a struggle to find what tired stale dietary staple we wouldn’t hate to eat.
In an ideal situation, food should not be a source of tension or disdain, but a source of connection and strengthened family bonds. Food impacts us all as people, and I am no exception.
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