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I’ve decided to steer clear of the negativity in the world today and focus on cultivating joy. Joy is different than happiness—it’s a permanent internal spring that doesn’t come and go like happiness does.
Remembering my chubby self growing up next door to my grandparents, who offered opportunities to my love of food. The garden overflowed and the bread baked. I was allowed to experiment and run amok with culinary escapades.
These tendencies gave me to a lifetime joy of food- it became my passion and ultimately my occupation.
I’m befuddled by those who don’t share this source of culinary pleasure. They believe food is a tedious source of grub needed only for survival—or a diet to follow to build brawn and brain.
I’d like to share a few memories and tips for those of you who want to have a deeper engagement with that which sustains us.
How do we make love of food a source of lifelong joy?
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