My So Called Culinary Life

I didn’t grow up eating. I ate. I had to eat in order to live. But I did not grow up eating. There is a difference. One eats. One merely consumes food. My childhood allowed us to consume food, but never acknowledged that we could eat. Dinner was a time of familial tension, the same five or six meals served over and over, and six o’clock promptness. Lunch was a sandwich. Breakfast might have been the same sandwich. Grocery store trips to…