From the depths of my inbox–clearly the resolution is going well–clipped from the paper at some indeterminate time:
When I walk into my kitchen today, I am not alone…We bring fathers and mothers and kitchen tables, and every meal we have ever eaten. Food is never just food. It’s also a way of getting at something else: who we are, who we have been, and who we want to be.
–Molly Wizenberg.