why we eat

Though I'll write more about this new food obsession, it's easier now to just let Raymond Carver say better than I can what's going through my head.

From his amazing short story, "A Small, Good Thing", which instantly came into my head the moment I realized that the comfort of eating, is also present, even more so, perhaps when we're not at our best, when we're far from it.

Here we find parents who just lost a child, angrily confronting a man not responsible for their grief, but a party to it -- someone at whom to direct their anger, someone from whom the recieve more than they ever could have imagined.

It was warm inside the bakery. Howard stood up from the table and took off his coat. He helped Ann from her coat. The baker looked at them for a minute and then nodded and got up from the table. He went to the oven and turned off some switches. He found cups and poured coffee from an electric coffee-maker. He put a carton of coffee of cream on the table, and a bowl of sugar.

"You probably need to eat something," the baker said. 'I hope you'll eat some of my hot rolls. You have to eat and keep going. Eating is a small, good thing in a time like this,' he said."