Food is my primary language to connect with myself and with my family and friends. It is fuel and a means for connection at the same time.
My grandmother was the baker in the family and when she baked, she baked for the entire community: us, her family and the neighbours. Food was something she gave in exchange and found her craft in. My mother used to cook large batches of weekend comfort food and when we all sat down around the table, food created a calm and stress-free moment we all adored.
Unlike them, I found myself building a visual and health-focused relationship with food. I eat with my eyes first and I go for nutrients. I’m less of a family provider more of an enabler who teaches her partner to cook and spreads the word of fresh produce and vegetables.