On the joy of eating together. - by Annika Hansteen-Izora
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Or, the dinner table as a sixth love language.
To the list of five love languages, I’m adding a sixth: preparing and making a meal together. Praise to the family meal, whether the family is blood or chosen, whether the family is 23 people holding heavy plates in a backyard or just one homie sitting across from you. I think a lot about time. About the way capitalism organizes time. How time spent outside of capitalism is categorized as lazy or reckless. How as an artist with a day-job, I am consistently lamenting over, negotiating with, squeezed by, organizing, suspended in and racing against time. I think a lot about how I can infuse my…
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