Throughout history, food has made the transition from just a necessity, to a form of expression and comfort. The idea that food is only there to keep one well nourished has become obsolete in many wealthy cultures and upper class living. It has become an art form, an expression of love, a cultural standard and overall, something extremely significant.
When I think of food, I usually don’t think of the nutrients in it, or that I have to eat it to live. Instead, I think of food in the sense of a way to communicate. The food itself reflects how much time and preparation went in to it, or the love that someone feels for another. It is also a way to talk over a meal and share emotions over something that both parties can enjoy, and has the ability to become a keepsake for memories.
There are many meals I can remember. The memories are mainly consumed with the remembrance of my moms home cooked meals, or the dinners with my family while I was growing up. However, as I started to get older, meals manifested into something way more than just a family meal, they transitioned into meals with other loved ones. I can remember so clearly the last meal I ever shared with my cousin Scott, and even though I can’t remember if the food was that great, his company was significant.
Café Felix is known for their amazing sweets and coffee drinks, but I will always remember Café Felix as the final meal with my cousin. It was a beautiful day on the bustling Main Street back home in Ann Arbor. I’m sure the food was great, but the company was really all I needed. It’s amazing though, how a year after Scott passed, every time I walk past the café, I am overcome with such amazing memories of the greatest meal with a loved one. The café has come to represent the love I have for my family, and how food has become one of the most sincere forms of communication and expression of love for another.
Friday, August 24, 2007
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