Herman Melville, author of Moby Dick, was so enthralled by a bowl of clam chowder that he dedicated an entire chapter towards its glorification:
“But when that smoking chowder came in, the mystery was delightfully explained. Oh! Sweet friends, hearken to me. It was made of small juicy clams, scarcely bigger than hazel nuts, mixed with pounded ship biscuits and salted pork cut up into little flakes! The whole enriched with butter, and plentifully seasoned with pepper and salt…..we dispatched it with great expedition.”
If you aren’t yearning to grab some clam chowder for your own tasting, you probably aren’t a true Bostonian (or a normal human being) for that matter.
Food. It unites all human beings, serves as the optimal comfort, provides a boost to late-night studying, and caters to our boredom. A trip to the fridge is perhaps the happiest part of the day for food-lovers and society alike. Yet, we take these frequent excursions to the pantry for granted, neglecting to truly see the larger issue at hand. For 50 million people, this simple luxury does not exist. For 1 in 5 children, food is such a rare blessing that they are afflicted with one of the most difficult trials to bear: hunger. For many, it seems easy to forget about this overriding problem in America, and quite easier to deem it as “too large an issue to solve.” I assure you that it is the opposite. A simple math problem will indicate why. Think of your dinner table. At least one serving is uneaten at the end of a meal, commonly termed “leftovers.” One dinner x each day of the year= 365 fewer hungry citizens. Account for every family, and the value is far greater than those in hunger. Consider the excess food that is wasted and the unnecessary snack that is eaten when many cannot even fathom the gift of a “meal.”
In the words of George Bernard Shaw, “There is no love sincerer than the love of food.”