Food as sustenance
Thinking about substitutions last week, and thinking back to when I read Hungry Planet and the Dollar a Day Menu Project started me thinking about why we eat.
Obviously, at the most basic level, we eat to live. People have eaten a lot of things in order to stay alive that I would immediately relegate to the trash. But most of us nowadays aren't really having problems with starvation: quite the opposite, in fact.
Sometimes I think that we should be so grateful to have food at all that we could eat beans and rice every day and smile about it. But then I go make lasagna for dinner: I want to keep my son and my husband--and myself--happy.
Where is the balance point between gratitude and gluttony, between sustenance and excess?