I'm grateful for grilled cheese and tomato soup.
I'm grateful for the rainy days that make it that much more delicious.
I'm grateful that my Daddy can make it quite unlike anybody else can.
I'm grateful for those ingenious people who decided to put bread and cheese together, slap some butter on it, and throw it in a pan.
But most of all I'm grateful for the simple fact that I HAVE food. Not in the cliche "clean-your-plate-because-there-are-starving-kids-in-Africa-who-would-kill-for-your-scraps" kind of way, but with the very real knowledge that some people cannot feed themselves or their families grilled cheese and soup without wondering where their next meal will come from.
And it's so great that something so elementary and necessary to our life as humans--eating to obtain critical nutrients and energy--can be so enjoyable. We NEED food, so it doesn't necessarily have to taste good for us to eat it--but it does (hopefully). We NEED food, so it doesn't have to be a cheery social affair in order for us to partake--but it often is. And I'm thankful for all that, and the happy memories that accompany those simple gifts.
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