I’d be lying if I said I got out of bed this morning for any reason other than oatmeal. My crunchy peanut butter, vanilla almond milk, cinnamon, flax seed concoction has become the shining beacon of light that gets me through the hardest five minutes of my day—between the sheets and the coffee. But it’s not just oatmeal, and it’s not just breakfast.
Food brings people together in a way other things simply cannot; most gatherings are centered around a meal (whether coffee with a friend, or a Thanksgiving feast). It’s a source of comfort, and also a source of identity. It wraps culture into single bites. It shows meaning, care, and provides nutrition all at the same time.
I have said before that if I had no other reason, living to eat would be enough.
“Tell me what you eat, and I’ll tell you who you are,”
– Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, French gastronome & epicure,1825
As a member of the health-conscious fitness community, I whole-heartedly support this way of thinking. But I also think food serves a much greater, social purpose than just an interesting way to gas up for the day. That’s why—throughout my journalistic adventures—I’ve noticed myself gravitating towards food topics. Food as culture, food as nutrition, and food as happiness. (Because if a cupcake can’t make you smile, what can?)
This is why I’m spending this semester blogging about food. Feel free to join me back here for food news, musings and more.