It’s a Sunday tradition for our family to eat a big brunch: typically egg bake, omelettes, egg mcmuffins, or the trucker’s special. In the busyness of work, school, ball games, and coaching, Sundays provide a quiet before the storm.
Thanks to my hubby’s line of work, I am fairly cognizant of the fact that my food has a long chain of workers that bring meals to my table. Knowing that I’m not the only one who makes breakfast seems especially important now.
Today, I am particularly thankful to all the unseen individuals who work tirelessly to provide us with food. My list will largely be incomplete because I don’t have a clue just how many people touch my bag of groceries.
That said, I’m going to try:
- Farmers for growing crops and raising our meat and milk supply
- Seed Producers
- Farm hands of all ilk
- Implement Dealers
- Packaging Plant Workers
- Packaging Plant Suppliers
- Shipping Centers
- Gas Station Attendants
- Food Processing Plants
- Grain Mills
- And all the rest who in some way brought my family cheese, butter, bread, eggs, milk, mushrooms, onions, and ham for this morning’s breakfast.
I am humbled that our world continues to take care of each other. Each day, these workers join grocery store staff in their quest to feed us.
They are essential. They are appreciated. And they are too numerous to fathom.
Thank you for putting yourselves at risk to make my life easier.