Writing Reflection: Feast

Spending hours in the kitchen isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. That’s also true for those of us who may choose it. Any decent meal, afternoon tea, or a meal by a celebrity chef: it’s all sweaty, hard work. Why do we enjoy it? What makes it more than just having to eat? Because clearly, for some of us, we are cooks, hosts, foodies. We enjoy the success of good chemistry when we bake, or if we’ve finally achieved that elusive flavor combination. Most people agree that food is both physical and spiritual, but not all are interested in the processes of its’ making or feel the warmth of seeing a laden table one has labored to prepare.

For some of us, preparing food, although at times tiring, difficult, or frustrating, is as spiritual as the time we spend in fellowship with others consuming it. Helen Prejean has said that “writing is like praying,” and one can argue that any art is a way for the artist to connect to God in the aspect of creativity, listening, and inspiration. Who can argue with the art of preparing that special meal? The one that was labored over, where food was put through different processes to become something special for someone special? But preparing food for one’s family can be the same. We know that our hopes and prayers and well wishes are in mind when we prepare food for friends and family. That people will be nourished. It is a feast for those who eat, but can also be a feast to the soul for those who prepare it.