How often do you share a meal with your nearest and dearest and not ‘share it’?
Last year I visited our family’s old farmhouse and was mesmerised by the original battered chipboard dining table in the kitchen, covered in stains, weathered patches where high chairs and too hot pans had left their memories over the years and couldn’t help but think of the stories that hideous piece of furniture held. My dad spoke with such a full heart of morning cups of tea that turned into lunch, and then into afternoon tea, truly beautiful memories. The art of sharing a meal with family, friends and barely there acquaintances is dying, and I seem to think ‘sharing’ has a lot of do with it.
I was raised in a family where some of the most beautiful conversations I’ve ever had with my parents, grandparents and sisters were around the dinner table. Sharing a meal was between those physically present at the overcrowded, overloaded table, not your followers on Instagram. I wouldn’t dream of pulling out my phone and texting a friend or checking Facebook during a family meal, but for some strange reason snapping a sneaky pic of your lunch is considered just as part of the experience as pass the salt.
Mentioned as part of their #mealforameal promotion with Virgin, OzHarvest have declared that mobile phones have become as ‘ubiquitous in the food world as cutlery’. Can you imagine a world where you would prefer Valencia filter over a fork? Crazy town.
Once considered incredibly rude to have your iPhone out at the table, it’s becoming so commonplace to share your experience with others in your social network, tag your favourite restaurant and in turn, provide recommendations to the world via the most powerful tool we have – non -manipulated, instant #foodporn.
I’m guilty as charged.
Breakfast guests in my house wait for my okay before digging into their oats in case I want to take a photo, and some of my favourite food discoveries have been sourced from Instagram. From totally hipster cafés in Melbourne to local Brisbane gems which have remained undiscovered until someone who is someone posts an eggs benny in perfect natural light, Instagram is rapidly becoming the foodie’s guide to the universe.
I recently discovered Chow House on there as part of Brisbane’s Good Food Month and was dying to try and recreate their Thai chicken omelette after being lured into the power of the pic.
So I did.
And it was amazing.
And I took a photo of it.
It seems I am possibly one of those people who are slowly destroying the art of sharing a meal, something I hold so close to my heart, by sharing it.
Food for thought for the week really.