Three times a day the entire Chewonki community gathers around the tables in the Wallace Center to share a meal, often involving homemade bread and some sort of savory concoction no one can resist. The smell of macaroni & cheese, jambalaya, chili or some other delicious creation fills the air as everyone runs into the dining hall from his or her assorted desks around campus. But my love for meal times goes beyond the taste– not only does every meal involve fresh bread, but it also always involves an interesting conversation. One table at lunch represents a microcosm of Chewonki; students, faculty, and staff mixed together sharing new information learned that day, childhood memories, and everything in between. I can sit next to a farmer and talk about the global energy crisis at lunch and then tell jokes with the outdoor classroom staff at dinner. The dining hall becomes a melting pot of people of all ages coming together around a common love (and necessity) for food.
As my time as a semester student at Chewonki starts to come to an end (still in denial) I have begun to pinpoint my favorite parts of the day here. I think about work programs, farm chores, singing in Spanish class, cabin bonding post-Check in, and field trip. But when 12:25 PM rolls around and my stomach grumbles with hunger, anticipation, and excitement, I realize: there is no time better than meal time at Chewonki.