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On Top of It All

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On My Love for Food

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On Top of It All

On Top of It All

On top of it all I am bereft. This is a post about bereavement. To which I am no stranger. I won’t get all dramatic on you with details — you all have your own problems. But suffice it to say that loss and I are old drinking buddies, and I cling to it like lint. It’s...

On My Love for Food

On My Love for Food

I don’t know why I love food so damn much. I didn’t grow up in a big family, or with any special food tradition. Growing up I only knew of basic, repetitive meals. Always homemade, absolutely. But never remarkable or particularly interesting.

I grew up in a tiny household consisting of my mother, my brother and I. My mom worked insanely long hours and my brother and I got to see little of her. She did, however, make a point of feeding us food as good as her knowledge, time and budget allowed for.