I’m a book nerd. I’ve always been the nugget under the covers, reading late into the night, simply because I couldn’t stop at the next chapter. Fantasy, historical fiction, romance, you name it. From every genre I read from, every book and story itself, I found myself drawn heavily to the depictions and descriptions of food. As I went through life, I noticed that my perceptions of food in reality were actually influenced by what I had read before.
Somehow, these little descriptions became a guiding force in how I thought about food. They served both the roles of angel and devil – they always made me yearn for a taste, a dish, that could never live up to its literary description in real life, yet also made me optimistic and hopeful in the potential of food and literature (and life). These seemingly insignificant details in books, meant merely to add detail and insight into each scene, somehow became one of the biggest things that I took away from literature and applied directly to my life. They became an unspoken but unrelenting voice and opinion that I heard with a clarity almost clearer than that of my own thoughts. They became a part of me.
With each description that permeates my thoughts, there also comes a feeling. It’s utterly unique to the dish and book itself. It’s a feeling of longing so fiercely that it sometimes haunts my dreams. It’s a feeling that I can’t wait to share with you. It’s a feeling I hope can impact your life as much as it has changed mine.
FANTASTIC FEASTS 