I love food.
Cooking food. Shopping for food. Eating food.
My mother thinks it’s so funny because when I was younger she always tried to coax me to eat. She’d make me sit in the dark while everyone had left the table and tell me that if I didn’t eat, the boogeyman would come get me. I was a clever little kid. I knew the boogeyman didn’t exist, so I’d quietly sit in the dark until she finally gave in and let me leave the table, dinner untouched.
Oh, how times have changed! Nowadays, my dinner plate can look like this with food lovingly prepared by my mother, aunts and uncles, who now live in Uganda and Canada.
I’m wish I was having this meal for dinner today!
