Food is for togetherness. Food is for good times and bad times.
I cannot forget the next morning after my dad passed away, we were still in shock and eating was the last thing on our mind. My aunty asked if she could help and then she added but I cannot make "Halva". She laughed uncontrobaly for a good few minutes, then she told us the story of when she attempted to make it with self-raising flour and everything in the pot errupted in front of her eyes. Then, just about everyone avaiable got to do their two cents worth, from toasting flour, to making sugar syrup and frying the flour in butter.
Then, the wiser ones amongst us told us stories ... bitter sweet stories of course ... halva is a sweet concoction related to funerals ... I think only the region I am from Halva is served at sad occasions. We had many conversations of who made the best halva, whether halva is connected to culture or religion, and why we made halva at emotionally drainning times.
It made me realise, that making food and eating is for being together, whether it's a happy time or a sad time ... it's just one of those things we can't get out of.