“What's happening
for dinner & around you?”

We live thirty feet apart, and we have never shared a meal.

Someone on the third floor makes curry that smells like a memory. Someone downstairs bought too many tomatoes. Someone just moved in and doesn't know where the good vegetable cart stops. Someone upstairs could use a ride to the clinic on Tuesday. Someone across the hall is figuring out a new phone alone.

Every kitchen on this street cooks alone, wants alone, runs its errands alone — solving the same small problems behind different doors.

So here is a small proposal: cook when your kitchen is generous. Crave out loud when it isn't. Care for each other in the in-between — a spare pot, a market run, an hour of company, a ride, the empty seat at the table.

Food was never meant to be a private matter. Neither was a hard afternoon. Both bring us together. Let's make it everyday.