My mother claims that once, when I was very young (still in the single digits), I very earnestly explained to her that the major difference between us was that whereas she ate to live, I lived to eat. Not a very meaningful aim in life, perhaps, but the statement still exemplifies one of our differences, double-digits of years later. Except that today I might rephrase my original statement to more broadly include “food” rather than just “eat,” for it’s not just eating food that I’m obsessed with but all its glorious aspects - cooking it, shopping for it, socializing around it etc. etc. etc. A cook-book was inevitable I suppose. For now it’s on this blog, maybe someday it will become a “real” book? We see… meanwhile

Cheers, Prosit, Sante etc