Vincent Van Gogh took great pains to depict both.
Sometimes at the same time.
When we think about the past, what’s our focus?
I focus on food, of course. And often the people I was eating it with.
The Boyfriend is an enthusiastic eater, won’t shrink away from foods he’s not grown up eating. I really like eating with him.
I also like to reflect on the things I’ve made for sharing, like a carrot cake I baked for my community garden, turned thirty this past August.
Or the oatmeal-peanut butter treats I like to make for a sweet dog named Dora.
And how warm and fuzzy I get remembering all the delicious food other people have made for me (and by “people” I do mean the Boyfriend).
All this thinking about food and making it harkens me to reflect upon what Van Gogh said of his “The Potato Eaters” painting: He wanted to capture the hands that had “dug the earth” emphasizing their manual labor “and how they have honestly earned their food.”
What a master he was, distilling the essence of his subjects––workers & sunflowers alike––on to canvas. What a great muse he is for all us regular folk who manually labor for our food.