It lessens the impact of the true meaning of the feast. When we can grab a super-sized double-cheese-double-burger with extra large fries and a grande iced latte at the drive through any day of the week, we lose sight of the fact that, for most of human existence, eating was something that could not be taken for granted.
Or clothing. Or shelter. All these things were products of hard work.
True, we work for our money. But how many of us actually craft anything by hand anymore? How many have made a garment, or even a loaf of bread?
When food is made by hand, we appreciate the meaning of a feast. The feast is abundant and varied, each dish taking time and care to make. This is why holidays were called feast days. Tonight, I prepare a harvest feast for myself and my husband, and we shall appreciate the meaning behind a feast because it all comes from us.