Since no one ever seems to invite me to a pig pull or a crab boil, I miss eating communally. I don’t mean sitting at a communal table in a restaurant, staring down strangers while we all nibble at our seasonal small plates. I mean everyone digging into the same dish at the same time. I mean the warm feeling I get sharing French fondue or Korean barbecue.
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