If you could eat one meal for the rest of your life, what meal would that be, why, who would make it, and who would eat it with you?
My friend Laura posed this question as a writing prompt for National Blog Posting Month.
I considered the memorable meals I’ve had in my life. I remembered beef bourguignon in France, a Cherry Fizz cocktail served tableside, salt and pepper pork chops.
And I came to this conclusion: it’s never the food that leaves the final impression. It’s the people I’m with, the things we talk about, and the reason for the meal.
I always want to eat something delicious, but what’s important is the shared experience.
If I truly had to pick, I would choose a Filipino potluck for my eternal meal.
When I was a kid, baptisms, birthdays, graduations, anniversaries, and funerals—any event really—were marked by a potluck at somebody’s home.
Aunties and uncles would bring their signature dishes, and the amount of food at these gatherings was astounding, especially considering most of it was prepared entirely by hand. Potlucks would last for hours. It was not unusual to start early in the day and stretch late into the evening. And somehow there was always food to take home!
A meal infused with generosity, great food, and community.
That’s the meal I will always want to eat.