I think Peace tastes most often like a shared meal.

Even what we call comfort food is called that because we remember those with whom we’ve shared it.

I’ve heard a lot of stories about Thanksgiving’s not being the holiday it should have been because of nasty political divides. We cannot let politics push us apart without working to mend the social fabric. (and really families should be ashamed that they will let love falter in a need to be right.)

In this time of uncertainty, i think it’s time for community meals. Let’s break bread together. Let’s get to know one another. Let’s eat each other’s food and dandle one another’s babies on our knees.

Let’s Peace. With Food. Because every army marches on its stomach. Even Peace armies.