A feast is about having fun with others and eating what you want, being the boss of your own plate. So eat a little, eat a lot, just come.
The feast was a tale of how we loved, how we worked, and how we had come together to bring in the bounty of harvest. The joys of life are right here before us, stories of the years told in wisps of aroma and tastes that are time machines to so many good memories. Above all, the feast is a feast of our emotions, of our bonds, with the food as the perfect symbol of these everlasting bonds.
It was a feast for the eyes and soul, artistry for the memory, and we swam in the aromas and songs as if we were the happiest of rainbow fish.
Show me the feast and I will show you the story of our culture, of generations of nurturing love and how we found both joy and gratitude.
In those Earthy flavours are memories that come to us as good genes do, for they are part of our heredity, part of what builds our community. And so the feast raises us up and anchors our spirits all at once, reaffirms our bonds heavenward and earthbound.