The love of food

As a child, i loved to eat, often so much that my sibling would get mad at me for eating all of "her" food. one of my first memories is my parents used to drive me around in their old black car, and feed me rice cakes ( caramel is the best) so i would fall asleep or so i would keep quiet on a long drive.
this love of food has been a recurring theme in my life, in fact it was part of the reason i almost went to culinary school after high school to become a chef, but alas, i did not. one of the reasons i love food is for its ability to connect us together. as a child, my mom would often force us to eat around the dinner table instead of eating alone throughout the house like we all wanted to, and it is because of that our family actually talked about our days and our lives, even if it was only small talk. i love that we had something to gather around, like the cavemen long before us, even only for a short while. food is a connection, it is the reason so many first dates are going out to dinner, or why people eat together when they want to be friends. In that way, food brings us all together