I live to eat. Well, not exactly. I live to have meals with friends. You see, I'm from SW Louisiana (yes, I'm a Cajun) Meals for us were social events and social events included meals. Appropriate dinner conversation included what we'd eaten the previous night and what we were planning to eat the following night.
I moved to NW Arkansas 3 1/2 years ago. An inherited skin condition (HS) worsened once I moved here. Over the next couple of years, I became unable to work. I was put on disability. Because I hadn't worked the whole time that I was here, I had met very few people--and even fewer people that I would see with any regularity. Because of my condition, I developed severe depression. Depression caused isolation, and isolation worsened the depression. After 3 1/2 years, I'd say that that's about the number of friends that I have here (not counting psychologists, counselors, etc.) Whenever I can afford it, and one of my friends is free, we have been meeting for lunch or dinner. For the past year, they've actually had to come pick me up to go out because I totaled my car last year and have no transportation. I miss this! Eating out with friends. Because I'm on a fixed income, a meal out is usually fast food. Something like Denny's or IHOP is for me "fine dining". (They actually give you metal silverware!) So a "grand prize" for me would be coupons or something to go to "real restaurants" with friends (Red Lobster, Outback Steak House, etc.)