To some, a four-letter word.
To others, a love-hate relationship.
No matter how you cut it, slice it, dice it, or fry it…
We just can’t live without it.
But food appears in so many different forms.
From frijoles to Fritos.
The very word itself gets around, having roamed from Latin.
(According to trusty Webster.)
Pastor, pabulum, pascere.
Meaning, to feed.
To pasture cattle.
From there it grazed its way from the Bible (Daniel) to Old English foda to Middle English fode.
Obviously fodder for cattle wasn’t far off.
They say money makes the world go round.
But food must be right on its tail.
That, and love.
Never before has food occupied us so intensely as a people, a culture, a nation, a world.
Somewhere along the line we went from kitchen to cucina.
Different cuisines merge with others as the world turns.
And grows smaller.
And more appetizing.
We have 24-hour Food Channel on TV.
Professional cooking institutes.
Regional cooking classes.
Cooking tours of Europe.
Shops devoted to all things culinary.
Cookbooks for every type of food.
From every town, region, state, country, continent, and ethnic group.
Not long ago, only hoity-toity restaurants had chefs.
Now everybody and their dog dons the infamous white jacket.
And, lucky us, delicious eateries abound.
For those in love, you can have it all on February 14th.
River of Life Church, Willow Creek Café, and the Square Plate offer special suppers to celebrate.
So eat, drink, and make merry.
Oh…one other thing.
Have you hugged a chef today?
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.