Another Feast in the Midst of Famine

I'm a major foodie, a food adventurist. I plan vacations around culinary experiences. An hour's detour to savor an exquisite risotto?  Worth it.  I pretend the only openings in my calendar are during the lunch hour so I can mix business with pleasure.  "There's a new place we need to try downtown."  Of course, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, or at least tied with Christmas (if there's a standing rib roast) or the Fourth of July (if the spare ribs are tender and caramelized on top).  While I savor all the flavors of God's creation, someone nearby is hungry today, someone who has only more of the same to eat, day after day after day. 

Time to clear a shelf in the pantry, to take some groceries to a shelter.  I've heard the expression, "Nothing tastes as good as thin feels," all my life, in my vain, appearance-obsessed culture.  But truly, "Nothing tastes as good as sharing food with someone hungry."

Thank you God for a whole day set aside to say "Thanks."  Don't let me stuff myself so full I can't see the people around me who need something to eat.