The Unheard Story of a Forgotten Meal

Ever thought that food also might have feelings? Ever wondered what they feel?

Imagine a food/meal sharing its story with us...

I remember the warmth of the kitchen, the gentle hands that shaped me, and the fragrant spices that whispered stories of love. I was born with purpose— crafted to nourish, to bring joy. From the very first moment, I carried a purpose; I beamed with pride, waiting eagerly to fulfill my destiny. But then, something changed. I simply was waiting on the shelf with purpose, waiting for someone to purchase me. The laughter continued, and conversations carried on, but I remained untouched.

Hours passed, and I wondered—would I ever fulfill the purpose I was made for? I wasn't meant to sit here endlessly. I could be the warmth that fills an empty stomach, the comfort in someone's hard day. I could be shared, given, or saved for another time. Instead of being forgotten, I could have been a meal?

Somewhere out there, a hungry child longs for just a bite, a tired worker dreams of a warm meal, an elderly soul wishes for company over dinner. What if, instead of being pushed aside, I found my way to someone who truly needed me? The power to decide rests in your hands. A small choice—saving, sharing, or giving—can turn me into more than just a dish. It can turn me into hope.

After all, isn't that what I was created for? To be enjoyed, to nourish, to bring happiness?

And now, I ask you—next time you see a meal filled with love, give it the chance it deserves. Share it, store it, donate it. Because every meal has a story waiting to be completed. Don't let mine, or any other, remain untold.

I was made to be savored, not left behind. Will you let me fulfill my purpose?