Well I have to thank my professors for ruining for me all the next meals of my life. On Thursday I probably had one of the best and most simple meals of my existence. We got to the house and I don’t know what I was expecting from making mayo, but it was nothing like I anticipated. A group of us managed the mayo made with fresh eggs and another with “standardized” eggs, some of us made vinaigrettes dressing for the salad and some others were on veggie duty. The meal was so simple it wasn’t even supposed to be a meal, but just a tasting, and instead it turned out to be a full meal all 15 of us sitting down.
Besides the fact that the food was simple yet amazing, we made it all ourselves. And that my friends adds to the taste. The pride and joy of consuming the food you make is astonishing. It was all very tasty but the making was by far the best part. None of us were really neither professional nor amateur chefs and yet with some good laughs and several tastings it all turned out to be very good. It was a refreshing experience. Food was no more something to put down your stomach, it was an event. Something to be excited about. Food brought us closer.
The meal itself was remarkable. All sitting down, everybody focused on the meal. Only a few smile and “Oh man you should really try the turnips”. Food was a moment to treasure. Everybody had a part in it and food was part of the group. It was it brought the group to have something in common. And that is the best part of food, it is something simple that gets us closer without knowing one another.