"Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly." -M.F.K. Fisher
It's something that appears to be innate. From the age of 2, my son (eating dinner at 5pm, hours before my husband and I would) would ask me , “Mama, do you want to come sit with me while I eat?” (while I hurriedly cleaned the kitchen or started dinner for my husband and myself). The first time he asked me that, I made a deal with myself: no matter what was happening in my world, his world, or our house, I would sit with him while he ate. Why is it an innate desire...actually I would argue even NEED... to eat together? In the case of my son, it was not to share an exquisite, life-changing meal full of exotic flavors – the microwaved chicken nuggets were nothing special. He simply knew that sitting down together, over a meal, was an opportunity to be TOGETHER, to BE together, but really just BE.