Warning: bloviation ahead.
I feel like it can absolutely be both. I’m not a religious person, but I still feel that all meals can be approached with a gratitude and thankfulness, and, from that, enjoyed. I, admittedly, have very simple taste, and can be totally happy with canned fish. But when I say “happy”, I don’t mean “fine” or “content”: I mean legitimately “this brings me joy”. A big part of that is the awareness of the fact that I am truly fortunate to be able to eat whenever I am hungry: a luxury that MANY do not get to experience one this planet, and the food I get to eat is free of disease, rot, filth, etc. I’ve dined in 5-star restaurants and enjoyed many exotic cuisines in foreign countries and been treated like royalty on a cruise ship, but last night (before we lost power) my wife offered to make me a meatloaf for dinner and I was overjoyed at the prospect, and have similarly when making a peanut butter sandwich to eat alongside my brother when we were home from college together.
You ever see a dog when it’s dinner time and you feed it kibble? And it’s the same kibble it gets every day of it’s life? They’re ALWAYS excited for it, to the point that, when they’re NOT excited for it, we take them to the vet to find out what’s wrong with them. I feel like we can learn a lot from them. Often, the joy of the meal doesn’t have to be the taste: it can be the joy of being able to eat when we’re hungry.

