I grew up in a home where praying over food was second nature, religious even. Every meal began with bowed heads, hands folded, and a simple prayer of gratitude. It was a ritual as familiar as passing the salt, I literally cannot think of a time for my family to not pray and bless the food. But if I’m being honest, it was just that—a ritual. And a somewhat mechanical, mindless one at that. I didn’t yet understand that food... Read more