I’m going back to school this August to do an MFA in creative non-fiction writing. As part of this degree, I have to write a book. I’ve come up with a few ideas for a book, but the one that I keep coming back to is this: Our relationship with food.
Food is… love, comfort, punishment, revenge, guilt, furtiveness. It’s often anything but nourishment. I should know. My own twisted relationship with food has a long and sullied history, which I may or may not go into. What I’m sincerely hoping for is feedback. Lots of feedback. About what food is to you.
And so I offer you my insights, my observations and my own feelings about what food is and hope that you reciprocate in kind.