obiad
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Text By Meera Sethi
Food is life. Food is love. Food is light transformed into feeling. A table spread with the simplest, freshest foods represents the most profound of comforts. You don't have to worry, it says. Everything you need is right here.
Show me a person who doesn't look forward to eating and I'll show you someone who has forgotten what it means to be human. The pleasures of the table are the pleasures of the spirit as well as the body, for two glasses of milk sit before us. Two companions will break bread together here. Food is friendship. Food is faith. And home is not where you hang your hat, but where you have your obiad.
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