The irony is that in contexts where we’re pushed to be together, whether a dormitory or military basic training, we form relationships that don’t even need to be friendships. In dining halls all over the country, by eating together over and over again, we learn that we don’t have to like a person in order to love them. Cooking together, sitting down at a table to eat together, especially when that happens again and again over time, is the best way to create that kind of close continuous contact.
