I am back to writing real posts! Hopefully on a semi-regular basis, although we will see how that goes with me about to be a student again. But it was either that or let this become a blog of quotes I like (which there is nothing wrong with, as I really like quotes). Anyways, post!
The image of barricades has long enthralled me, as have tales of revolutions and hopeless last stands. I love stories about 1916 Ireland, Prague Spring, Les Mis, every other revolution France has had, and V for Vendetta among many more. I followed the recent "twitter revolution" in Iran with more enthusiasm and precision than I normally follow the news. Despite this, or perhaps because of this, I no longer think that if there is a revolution it will occur on the streets but rather in the home.
The New York Times recently ran an article about the decline of cooking in America. Very few people make anything from scratch anymore, something that has become so acute that the definition of cooking as broadened to include opening a bag of pre-washed and cut lettuce and opening a can of salad dressing to pour on it. Exacerbating this problem is the fact that most meals are now eaten on the run or in front of a television.
The kitchen used to be the soul of the home. It was where the family gathered, where they were nurtured, and over the family dinner table was one of the chief sources of family time. Making something from scratch is also a gift of self, one so strong that eating another person's food, partaking of their hospitality, used to be enough to temporarily make you part of their family and provide you that protection.
The change then must come not on the streets but in the home. The focus must once again be set on people and time must be taken to provide for each other, to create, and most improtantly to share with one another, to break bread.
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