Ive found myself increasingly more and more in love with food. Reading food blogs, watching food shows, cooking/baking food, eating food… Am I a “foodie”? I dont know, maybe? What I do know is that the ability to feed oneself in the most basic (think cheese, bread, butter) and decadent (imagine cake, steak, ice cream) ways is a powerful feeling and ability. People, specifically women, having been feeding themselves and the world since the dawn of time, and it is because of this that the world we know exists. Behold the power of food!! But really, food is just simply love. In the intro to Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly Anthony Bourdain nails it “To enjoy the instant gratification of making something good with one’s hands-using all one’s senses. It can be, at times, the purest and most unselfish way of giving pleasure (though oral sex has to be a close second).” Tactile pleasure and gratification, this is why I cook. Nothing beats the physical effort that it takes to pound out a really fresh loaf of bread, or the patience and experimenting put into a ball of homemade mozzarella. And NOTHING beats whipping up an amazing chocolate cake out of scratch on a Sunday night to impress the person you love. Food is, quite realistically, the glue that holds life together.