Hungry Heart
It’s not a secret that I love food. I was the kid who got the Easy Bake oven when I was eight—even though I wanted to eat the batter we produced, as I had no patience for the baking part. Ok, maybe it’s not a secret that I love to eat . Growing up in a big family, there never seemed to be enough to satisfy our appetites. At dinner I would eat my first helping with my eye on the remaining amounts, eating rapidly so I could be the one asking for seconds first. It’s perhaps not a surprise that hunger turned into my #1 social issue. How could people go to bed hungry in this “land of plenty”? It didn’t seem possible. Over the years I directed my volunteer time to support local hunger initiatives. Can you rescue unsold produce from farmers’ markets? Got it. Stuff a Bus with Thanksgiving turkeys? I’m your girl. Try to rescue food that would otherwise go into a trash can and redirect it to people in need in the community? Count me in. Let’s feed people. When COVID-19 hit and peop...