When food is love

Recently someone asked me what ‘my food’ was- what was my style, my writing angle etc. Totally caught off-guard I stared back at them, mouth open, eyes wandering the room, guttural ‘uhhhhhh’ escaping from me. No one had ever asked me that question point blank, and I had never really asked it of myself.

Thankfully a friend chimed in and answered, “She writes about using real ingredients in kind of a nice, family-friendly sort of way”. “Huh”, I thought “I guess I do. How boring!” And how totally oblivious of me to have never reflected on this before. Especially as someone who is continually looking to define my ‘voice’.

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