My grandma's kitchen taught me meal prep is about more than just food
Back then, Sundays meant the whole family chopping and laughing while pots bubbled for hours. Now I see friends just heating frozen trays alone in their apartments. It feels like we traded community for convenience, and that's a shame. Sure, my tree job keeps me busy, but I still try to cook big batches like she did. Honestly, if your meal prep doesn't bring people together, you're doing it wrong.
Man, this hits home. My dad always made this huge pot of chili every football Sunday, and half the neighborhood would just wander in. Now I just nuke a burrito and eat over the sink. Makes you miss that noise.