PASSION FOR FOOD
I have always loved food. Food and drink were what got me through the day, and the prospect of enjoying them at the end of each day sometimes made the day itself more bearable. The only trouble with this was that the food I thought I loved was not necessarily loving me back.
I grew up in a family that used food as an expression of love.
I love food, and I love and enjoy cooking.
There is something else you should know about me. My very first memory involves food. It is of me, looking at a reflection of myself, at a window when it was night outside. I was, maybe, a year-and-a-half, a cute, chubby baby. I then looked down and saw a bowl of mashed potatoes swimming in milk. My family does welcome their visitors with delicious meals.
In the end, it wasn't just the taste of the food that brought them together, but the act of creating it, the shared experience of learning, and the discovery of a language that transcended words, spoken in the sizzle of spices and the warmth of a shared meal.
