So, I like food. Which is probably a good thing in general, as it seems to be a necessary part of existence. Especially if you plan on doing it for any length of time. I have known people for whom food is merely fuel, but I am afraid to say, this will never be me. It will never be me as I enjoy food too much. I enjoy the flavours, textures and general experience of eating good food. Whether it be a amazing full on flavourful Indian Curry, or something so subtle in flavour like a piece of Sushi. I love food as art and will happily pay a small fortune to eat food that has been lovingly crafted. I am happy that I am paying for the art that is this food, and not the quantity of it. This is something I definitely did not get from my father, who was convinced that a buffet was the best food experience you could have.
Yet, all this said, I do have a few lines I will not cross. I refuse to eat offal, and I will not eat chicken feet. Also, I really do not like the taste and smell of some seafood. I am thinking particularly of mollusks. I am not sure exactly why, and on many levels I wish I liked this sort of seafood.
Lastly, I get a great pleasure from making certain types of food. For me it is about experiencing the process of making food. I make cheese and sourdough bread. Both are about harnessing natural processes to make something which is at once living and full of flavour. Also, I like to make Jams and preserves. For me it is about taking what is currently in season, and turning that into something that lasts and nourishes. It is a connection to the hearth and home.