Manna was never meant to be a long term food for the people of Israel, they weren't supposed to spend forty years subsisting on that stuff. Can you imagine though how much 2 liters of it per person for the entire nation would have been, each and every day (except the Sabbath) for that length of time? They were supposed to have moved beyond manna in a relatively short time but their disobedience concerning entering the land made it necessary to live on manna for all those years, it is no wonder we don't read more stories of complaints.
Both Paul in 1 Corinthians 3 and the writer of Hebrews in the 5th chapter of that epistle speak about their inability to move their people beyond spiritual milk even though they should have matured. It is never easy to grow up when we find a comfort level that works for us.
We become like spiritual pandas, whose digestives systems are much like our own but who limit themselves to only bamboo in spite of the reality that it has little or no nutritional value so they are forced to consume large quantities of it. Rather than take the risk of growth, entering the promised land, whatever that looks like in our lives, we choose to be satisfied with something less. They ate manna for forty years and never gave it a proper name, it simply means what is it? Stuck between the memories of the bounty of Egypt (?) and the promise of a land flowing with milk and honey, it was easier to eat manna than go forward. Comfort zones can be anywhere we don't have to stretch our faith.
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