Let's talk about something good to eat.

My mother's family and my mother are not known for confrontation.  When the subjects of politics, religion, finances, health, or sex became the least bit controversial, my grandfather and later, my mother, would forcefully interrupt, "Let's talk about something good to eat."  Immediately, the subject changed to the latest jello mold concoction, pot-luck casserole dish, or newspaper recipe.  You may think that a family who avoids dissension is not close.  You may be right.  All I know is that despite my protests against such avoidance, I find myself frequently obsessing about food--cooking it, ordering it, shopping for it, watching someone prepare it...