“‘Having a coke with you is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne,’ declared poet Frank O’Hara. He knew that what we eat together is worth a thousand big epiphanies or Michelin-starred solo meals or grand voyages. Here are some other things that are magical: picking the last of the season’s fat, only blackberries with you; eating toast in bed with you and arguing about the crumbs; reaching into the Minstrels packet at the same time as you and our hands grazing; unwrapping a cheeseburger with you; crying into cut onions with you; flipping pancakes with you and giving you the ones that aren’t crumpled; walking home with a pocketful of Maltesers with you; cracking open the lid of the pan with you, and having the steam and the scent of dinner hit us both in the face; sharing my spoon with you; you.”

— Ruby Tandoh, from Eat Up: Food, Appetite and Eating What You Want (via firstfullmoon)