Repost from FB ... I went to the food bank today hoping I’d leave with enough to make a few actual meals for the week—something simple, filling, and realistic that would help me get through the next several days without stressing over every single bite. And before anyone says it, yes—I’m grateful. I stood in line patiently. I smiled. I said thank you. Because I know there are people volunteering their time, donating what they can, and trying to help however possible. I don’t take that lightly at all. But when I got home and started unloading everything onto the table, I just kind of stopped and stared at it for a minute. Rows of canned goods. Beans. Soup. Tomatoes. Ravioli. Corn. Peas. Chili. Pasta. Rice. Peanut butter. Sugar. Flour. A lot of shelf-stable items. A lot of “ingredients.” And the overwhelming thought in my head was: What do I actually make with all this? Because surviving and eating well are not always the same thing. People imagine food assistance as relief—a...