Recipe for a social kitchen

Tables–
because everyone has the right not only to food,
but to sit and eat with family, friends, or even in their deep loneliness.
(Was this our collective imaginary?)

Fresh ingredients from the laikí–
Borrow a trolley from the city, experiment with colourful vests and meet your local producers. You might be surprised with the seasonal volumes of solidarity;
take it as an invited score for improvisation and remix.

Hands–
that cut onions, hands that pour tea,
hands that keep doors open,
hands that know.
Also always wash hands.

Bread–
because you cannot even imagine how important and complex bread is.

Care–
not a service. Care as brine, care as resistance, brine as resistance.
Resistance as dreaming, hot dignity,
food as memory.
Be generous with spices, and
when in despair,make a sývrasi.