I think almost everyone on earth could say that they would die without food. But I guess when I say it, I mean a different way. Growing up, I was constantly told to find that one thing that set me apart from everyone else, that thing that I could do in a way that no one else could. I realized fairly quickly that for me, making food was that one thing.
I remember waking up on Sundays and padding down the stairs, eager to make waffles and syrup that the rest of the family would LOVE waking up to the smell of. Birthdays and parties became a chance for me to stretch my limits and try new and exciting recipes. My Netflix suggestion list soon turned into a miniature of the Food Network. Before I knew it, I was addicted, spending my extra money on cake turntables and chef knives, when most girls my age were buying makeup and shoes.
I love making, discussing, and yes, EATING food, because it’s something that I can do to bring others’ enjoyment, no matter where I am or what my circumstances may be. You can’t be sad when you’re eating a quality, homemade meal, and that’s a fact that I strive to prove time and time again as I share my food and recipes with others.
