People ask me: Why do you write about food, and eating and drinking? Why don't you write about the struggle for power and security, and about love, the way others do?
They ask it accusingly, as if I were somehow gross, unfaithful to the honor of my craft.
The easiest answer is to say that, like most other humans, I am hungry... when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it… and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied… and it is all one….
There is communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.
MK Fisher in The Gastronomical Me.
I've come to believe that food is love made tangible, and that is one reason I obsess over making it, eating it and sharing it. Writing about it gives me a chance to savor it and share it again.