One of the things I’ve been pondering lately is the notion that things have the meaning we give them.
Holidays are a good example. Memorial Day is, perhaps, an especially good example. This is a place in our culture where food seems to be deeply involved in meaning. Consider for a moment the many folks who, in the course of our conversations over the last couple of weeks, have asked questions like, “Is it still Memorial Day if I buy the potato salad?”
Or, “My grandson is allergic to watermelon. What do we do for Memorial Day?”