"One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well." -Virginia Woolf
A true theory in my life. Food is extremely important to me, and has certainly played a large role in shaping who I am, physically and mentally. Growing up, I tried pretty much everything that was put on my plate, and ended up loving most of it. Broccoli and artichoke were my favorite vegetables by the age of 8.
We had a rule in my house: "No matter what time of day it is, we always eat our meals in order." This can apply outside of food, of course, but how else did I come to truly love every part of every meal of every day. And not only do I love to eat food, I also love to prepare food.
I guess you might say that I spent a lot of time in the kitchen growing up, not necessarily learning to cook, but certainly eating, watching others eat, and watching others cook. Now that I am on my own in college, my relationship with food has changed immensely. I miss my parent's home cooking, the ability to cook for myself, access to leftovers (a true sign of love in my family), and of course the knowledge of what actually goes into my meals. All these things I no longer have available to me with the only food option being the campus cafeteria.
And because I am not even able to prepare foods, let alone cook anything, I have tried to send my thoughts about food in another direction so that I do not become hopelessly depressed and endlessly starving. Now, I would like to address the issues behind food and cooking, the deeply hidden and rarely discussed issues that go into the history, production, and appreciation of food.
So, sit back, enjoy, and make sure to bring your own food and snacks.
