Food

Food has always been part of my story.
From a young child to now.
It has been engrained in me, instinctually, like weaving in a tapestry.

Joyful memories/ food 
Joy and comfort/ food 
Grieve stricken freeze/ food 
Hospitality and laughter/ food 
Unplanned visits/ food 
Supporting and standing in the gap/ food 
Long extended stays/ food 
Absence of a loved one/ food 
Sick and shut in/ food. 

All of my memories can be linked to food. 
Not just food items; proteins, vegetables & carbs 
But well thought out, taste bud tingling, foot stomping, eyes closed and feeeeel good meals. 

Food to me has a feeling. 
Food to me has a caring. 
Food to me has a comfort. 

Food to me is joy that can be shared when two or more are gathered, or simply in the comfort of your own company. 

Certain foods bring a smile to your face as you gaze into a plate that you can taste with your eyes, and looks like the perfect sunrise.

Some food brings you back to an age when nothing mattered and your only concern was – “did I make my bed and brush my teeth?”.