Why does my food feel like it just appears from nowhere?

A student once asked Nasreddin, "Where does bread come from?" Nasreddin said, "The bakery, of course. Everyone knows this." The student asked, "But before that?" Nasreddin thought hard and said, "Before that, the bakery was closed." This is not stupidity. This is where most of us actually live. We know food comes from somewhere, but our knowing stops at the last visible step — the shelf, the bag, the drive-through window. The dirt, the rain, the root, the hands — all of it happened off-screen. You don't need a farm. You don't need guilt about not knowing a farmer's name. You need to walk backward, just a little further than you usually stop, on purpose, on one real meal.