I am grateful for having plenty of food to fill my belly and nurture my body.

The strangest thing a well-fed person does is stand at an open fridge, look directly at food, and announce there's nothing to eat.

What we mean is nothing appealing. That complaint is only possible on top of a foundation so solid we've forgotten it's underneath us — that eating happens, reliably, several times a day, without planning or fear.

Hunger as inconvenience rather than threat is a historically rare condition.

At one meal today, before the first bite, actually look at the plate. Not a ceremony. Just a beat of noticing it's there, and that it will be again tomorrow.