This is about writing, writing as therapy, writing for homesickness.
I’m writing for myself, and those poor, innocent bystanders who get tricked into reading.
I’m writing about food – the food I eat, where I eat it, who I eat it with, the food I make, how I make it, do I like it? can I make it better?
I’m writing about traveling – travels with your best friend, the virgin travelers, naive travelers, travelers with an appetite. An appetite not only for food but for quenching an insatiable feeling pitted within our guts.