I spent the better part of an afternoon last week slicing brownies for a local food bank. I don’t do this regularly. The last time I performed any sort of food-related philanthropy was maybe five years ago, when I helped out at a soup kitchen on Thanksgiving. (To be honest, I haven’t done much in the way of philanthropy in general since I was a little kid and my Mom forced me to go door-to-door in the frigid New England winter, peddling UNICEF cards to benefit children’s rights worldwide; the irony escaped me at the time.) But I got to thinking that for someone who works with food, loves food, is pretty much consumed with food all day every day, I sure could do a lot more to help feed the hungry. Even a little more would be a start.
Surely my brief volunteer experience last week heightened my sensitivity, but it seems I’m reminded every day now of world hunger issues and the huge gap between the food-rich and the malnourished. Just this week, for instance, it’s announced that