Food is a wonderful thing, a glorious thing. In fact it’s a million glorious things.
I can get more specific if you like, and just think about toast. Because I am absolutely, totally grateful for toast.
I eat toast for breakfast pretty much every day, and if I don’t, it’s because there’s no bread available to toast. And to be complete, I mean there’s no bread-like substance in the house. Besides bread, I’ll toast hamburger buns, hotdog buns, bagels, English muffins, or whatever else I can find that more or less resembles bread.
And there’s such a huge variety of ways to make toast. Different breads, different margarines, and butter, different jams, honey, and other spreads (just not peanut butter – can’t stand the stuff). Toast is a glorious thing.
But then how much more fantastic is food as a whole?
I’m a vegetarian, but you’d be surprised how little that limits the options. There are so many edible plants and plant products that I will never run out of possibilities no matter how long I live. And if I don’t exercise that range of options regularly, well, I do have to make sure there’s enough grocery budget to feed the rest of the family, right?
And even if I hated most of the available vegetables and plants, there would still be tens of thousands of options.
So, I may be grateful for toast, but I’m also grateful for a lot of other things, too. I’m grateful for cookies, lettuce, rice, berries, apples, watermelon, beans, potatoes, mushrooms of all sorts, every grain and every vegetable and every tuber and every fruit and every vegetable and everything in every combination of any of them together.
I love food, not just to stay alive, but because it helps me live.
Be well, everyone.