Food is happiness!

So says the little blackboard where we dined tonight. It also had a board telling us that they grew their own veges - pumpkin and silver beet and capsicums - just like we do, plus others. And that they source their food from as close by as possible. Nice food and nicely served, but I was certainly glad of the discount voucher that was part of our accommodation package.
Our 'news' is full of food. There are new cute products - nup I haven't got to chia and quinoa (although I know how it is pronounced) but have got used to couscous especially as our son bought a tonne of it on special.
Food is so specialised these days- free of this and that or with things added or subtracted or prepared in this way or that. Even pizza is better if the dough sits overnight, I was reading today. I can't even begin to detail all the variety of cuisines and all the things that are supposed to be good for you and all the expensive food experiences. ( I saw an ad for a $400 steak today.)
Now I love to eat - more than I need, probably. And there is nothing like food with friends and family or a the comfort of a favourite dish - or chocolate. But we have just signed up for the Ration Challenge in which we will live for a week on the rations a refugee exists on and we've previously done the 40 hour famine. Not really enjoyable but...
How is it that while half the world starves we are making food into an end in itself and think to find happiness that way.

Our bread was served on this chunk of wood. Not just any old bit of bread. The waiter reeled off a list of herbs and things it included and of course it was  'house made' and served with handcrafted salted butter. Hm!