Food for me has always been synonymous with community and relationship building. Is there anything more intimate than breaking bread and sharing a meal? It’s why we prioritize family dinners and friend brunches: magic happens over a shared meal. As I wrote about earlier, food is inherently political, but it’s also personal (which makes sense, as the personal is the political as one of my fav feminist theory says). But more than that, food is deeply nostalgic for me.
August is one of my favorite months. Thanks to all the Leos in my life, there’s always a party to kick the month off, and all the joy, energy, and passion they bring to life is infectious. Doesn’t August make you feel bolder? But then as the month goes on, it starts to feel like summer’s last sunset. The days are getting shorter and even the afternoons take on a hazy, golden glow. Fall is definitely rearing its cozy head, but I’m not ready to let go of summer yet (because fall means homework, and my brain isn’t there yet!).