I've had a deep love of food since I was a kid. It was like this other, tangible family member that was present for every memorable moment.
Buttercream smiled at me when I graduated high school. Warm hugs of penne greeted me home from college.
It was there to celebrate birthdays and to console at funerals. Even “family members” that weren’t my favorite were still fun to talk about, like a crazy aunt. Whether good or bad, they were family and I loved them because they were mine.
These experiences left me wanting more and thankfully new family were everywhere. Each day blossomed into the possibility of another great meal...life was fare.
Everyone has a story from the table- feel free to share yours too.