Dear Kristina, This is a great essay. It is very heartfelt. I grew up in San Francisco. My wife is European. I really identified with what you wrote. I love a couple sentences, such as: You must transcend the sin of pleasure; dirt feels honest. There are many more great thoughts, too. I look forward to reading more of your thoughts.
I admit to be of the ignorant type, living more on beer than of other stuff. But I liked this. The most joy in eating is when you're really hungry. Or in german: hunger is the best cook/chef.
Kristina, I enjoyed the essay very much. My roots are in homemade Italian dishes, and I had a childhood where I not once remember an obese person, yet we ate, and if I didn’t eat enough, my aunts forced me to eat more.
At 59 I’m on no prescription drugs, I log everything I eat into an app, and sadly, I indulge in the pure pleasure of food less frequently, but the one thing no one can take away, is the pure delight of sharing a special meal with the ones you love.
PS. I lived in NorCal for a bit and eventually found my way to Pleasanton and Livermore. I promise you, you will not be disappointed, go find the small winery, Murrieta’s Well.
Dear Kristina, This is a great essay. It is very heartfelt. I grew up in San Francisco. My wife is European. I really identified with what you wrote. I love a couple sentences, such as: You must transcend the sin of pleasure; dirt feels honest. There are many more great thoughts, too. I look forward to reading more of your thoughts.
Thank you so much! I truly appreciate it.
I admit to be of the ignorant type, living more on beer than of other stuff. But I liked this. The most joy in eating is when you're really hungry. Or in german: hunger is the best cook/chef.
Hunger ist der beste Koch. Vielen Dank nochmal
Kristina, I enjoyed the essay very much. My roots are in homemade Italian dishes, and I had a childhood where I not once remember an obese person, yet we ate, and if I didn’t eat enough, my aunts forced me to eat more.
At 59 I’m on no prescription drugs, I log everything I eat into an app, and sadly, I indulge in the pure pleasure of food less frequently, but the one thing no one can take away, is the pure delight of sharing a special meal with the ones you love.
PS. I lived in NorCal for a bit and eventually found my way to Pleasanton and Livermore. I promise you, you will not be disappointed, go find the small winery, Murrieta’s Well.