Why is that food and I have such am intimate connection? It’s truly hard to explain but let me highlight one point of my complex relationship with such a thing as what I eat. Food is one of the most comforting companions to me in this world. It’s better than a sweet caress on Sunday morning or a kiss on the cheek after a long walk. Cooking can transport me from feelings of utter sadness and torment to that of focus and joy.
People wonder why I cook meals of grand size and give most of it away. I do it because the feeling of other people enjoying a well made, healthy, and home cooked meal is enough to fill my happiness tank for days to come. Food is not meant to be eaten alone or hoarded. It is meant to be shared and enjoyed by all. Part of my comfort from food comes from the smile on those faces of whom I made happier and fuller.