When we feed each other, we give a bit of ourselves to form the fabric of someone else.

You can sit in front of the campfire with toasted marshmallow melted into your beard because, goddammit, life goes on.

The way you feel about food sits hand in hand with the way you feel about yourself, and if you eat happily and wholeheartedly, food will make you strong. I.

The people may be different, the flavours unusual or the places far off, but the message- that food informs who we are, and how we love – stays true.

In the very same books that tell us to locate our self-worth not in how we look but in who we are and how we feel – there is a consistent, entrenched fear of fatness.

No doubt some people, probably guys, will be thrown off balance by your forthrightness. Who cares. Eat their leftovers. If they carry on judging you, eat them, too.