The Love of Food

Market Day“If you really want to make a friend, go to someone’s house and eat with him…the people who give you their food give you their heart.”

Cesar Chavez


I love everything about food.  I take pleasure in its aroma, taste and texture.  Where there is a gathering – wedding, baby shower, birthday, anniversary or funeral – food will be the means that brings friends and families together.

Breaking bread is a sacred trust that binds our collective spirit and opens ways in which to build bridges within our diverse communities.  We depend upon food for nourishment; we require fellowship and camaraderie for mental and spiritual well-being.

Access to food is a human right.  The International Covenant on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights (ICESCR) recognizes the right to an adequate food supply. Everyone has the fundamental right to be free from hunger. While many of us enjoy an abundance of food, others have nothing to eat.  This imbalance serves as a stern reminder that our food supply is for everyone.  A world without hunger is possible.

This week will be dedicated to the enjoyment of food and the blessing of connections.  As Jamie Oliver once said, “What I’ve enjoyed most, though, is meeting people who have a real interest in food and sharing ideas with them. Good food is a global thing and I find that there is always something new and amazing to learn – I love it.”

Published by Rebecca Budd

Blogger, Visual Storyteller, Podcaster, Traveler and Life-long Learner

23 thoughts on “The Love of Food

    1. I agree wholeheartedly. Eliminating global hunger seems like such a monumental task, we think we can’t make difference. I am learning that a movement starts with a few…so we can make a difference. Your visits and comments are so very much appreciated.


  1. Clanmother, I have been thinking for sometime now, to take up cooking. That would sort my life out in fact. Shift to a small beach town. Run a cafe, make enough to sustain a basic life and write 🙂


  2. In my boarding school days, there were rules about the way we should eat our slice of bread. We had to break each slice by hand into quarters. Then,and only then, could we butter it and eat it. Back then, as a hungry, impatient teenager,I thought this was a ridiculous rule and, of course, we were told to do it with very little explanation for the reason. Now, I think it was a wonderful thing we were taught; it was about breaking bread together and taking time to appreciate the bread (of life). And now with ageing teeth, I need to break my bread in to even smaller pieces 😀


    1. You always make me smile! I have become very fond of taking extra care with my “aging” teeth. What a wonderful way to instill the joy of breaking bread together in young children. I remember Bill Moyer interviewing a choir master for a youth choir. They were talking about the song Amazing Grace. The question asked: do young people who sing about grace understand its meaning. The choir master replied: no, they don’t. But when they face difficult times, they will remember and understand.


  3. wonderful quotes and glowing thought ! We have been sharing food for long time from generations to another as a tradition in our community to share food with other neighbors and other people who are less of food sources. I have never known what Cesar Chavez had said and I do not realize the psychological effect and philosophy of sharing food but we serve and offer food to whoever coming in to the house (except thieves) is commonly our pleasure. Thank you again Rebecca, this is an important knowledge for me.


    1. An empty cupboard is frightening. Once you experience hunger, you have a profound appreciation for breaking bread. You never forget to be thankful.


  4. We were created to require food, moreover to enjoy it. The ancients talked about it, there are Biblical references to “killing the ‘fatted’ calf for special occasions. There is a rare movie, old and new, that does not have a scene using fellowship around food.


  5. So many of our memories (good or not so good) are triggered by a food. Every time I eat a pot roast with potatoes, carrots and onions I remember my wonderful childhood visits to grandmother. And on the other hand the thought of a spinach quiche – – -not such a pleasant memory. lol


    1. Food memories are strong. When I was growing up in northern Canada I used to walk about 3/4 of a mile in – 40 degree whether where my nose would turn blue before is turned white with frostbite. I always looked forward to passing the bakery. No matter how cold it was, I could smell the freshly baked bread!


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