NO THEY’RE NOT. Plates and bowls are meant to be simple conveyances for food, but now eating at home would possess the burden of memory: each grown-up, lonely dinner of spaghetti with jarred sauce and salad from a bag would be served on plates that scream in my face COLLEGE! YOUTH! 1998! NORTHAMPTON! NEVER EATING ALONE!"
- Monique Daviau, "To Every Dish, There is a Season" (via)
