NOT a food blog
Saturday night.8.00pm. I had just come home. Exhausted, after a long day, I threw my car keys on the table. “There’s no dinner!”, I yelled from downstairs. All I heard was the TV blasting at 150 decibels, way past the threshold of pain. “I’m not cooking! I’m too tired!”, I yelled again to get his […]
Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.