No object has had as much an impact on who I am, in a deeper-than-“surface” sense, than the food I eat. Food as a simple object doesn’t necessarily cover it either, however the whole social facet of food, from the people you eat with, to the people you observe (in the least creepy way possible), to the relations the simple, indispensable act brings forth, holds great weight. From being fed as a baby, establishing motherly and fatherly bonds, to family dinners building my family relationships, to lunches with my brother building a brotherly relationship more than that of familial determinism, to late-night fast food missions that define, otherwise unsuccessful, high school weekends, food has been the backdrop of my social life since day one. I can say, retrospectively, that food has shaped, in some way or another, how well I know the people I am surrounded with, and has been one of the many settings with which I have been able to shape my social life. The older I get, the more I realize this. When you’re a young kid, a “play-date” is suffice, when u get a little older, just hanging out becomes the “normal” thing to do, but the older you get, the more there must be some kind of reason to get together (however, informal it may be), and food, at least in my experience, has taken the role of the impetus.
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