Over the past two weeks, it has become very clear to me that many of my RACs are dominated by food: pumpkin cookies, chocolate covered cherries, coffee, frappes, Sam Adams beer, and Chips Ahoy cookies. I noted in one of my posts that this is certainly not a bad thing…food has an odd and magical way of bringing people together. Friends and family members gather around tables adorned with turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, gravy, potatoes and pumpkin pie every November, partaking in kin, companionship, and joy. You’d be hard pressed to find one person at these parties who is irritated by the wonderful dishes presented before them.
Take it from someone who has a crazy family..when your mouths are full, you can’t throw chairs, emit steam from your ears, or fight until the meal is done!
It’s pretty much accepted that yes, food can and will bring people together, even if you have to break out the Chocolate Peanut Butter Cheesecake when Papa Phil’s hearing aid goes on the fritz and Gram starts spewing a mouthful of delicious obscenities (true story). But…can food bring complete strangers together?
Miracle on 32nd Street 