Hello !
It’s been four full nights since I dreamt (literally dreamt, in sleep) of having a newsletter. In the dream, it felt right.
Mostly, I have been encountering a similar experience over and over recently that I feel like I need to work out. I find myself in quotidien settings, getting into casual chats, and jumping far too quickly into the vague food-based esoteric. Energetic trauma with a farmer at the greenmarket. The nature of domestic feminine performance with a friend of a coworker. When I found myself telling a cater waiter at an event that I was cheffing that ‘sometimes celebratory nighttime is more vibrant than daytime’, I thought: maybe we take a break from this… strange intensity. Maybe we try something different.
I am a working chef. As I cook, my mind wanders. Everything connects to food. It’s a symbolic object, a celebration, a shadow, a memory. Also, it is fun! I’ve recorded my food thoughts ever since I started cooking— out of necessity, really, in order to help process the absurdity of the food world and all the chaos that constellates it. However, I’ve mostly only shared my thoughts verbally. As a teen, I never had a tumblr; writing this feels very fresh/ early-internet-talking-into-abyss. And I am def still scared of the internet.
And yet, it’s happening. I have a lot of thoughts about eating, food, and what we are made of. I want (and, honestly, kind of need) to get them out, and here seems to be a nice place to do so. Also likely there will be fun things like recipes, food + wine recs, hot takes etc etc… so don’t be scared. We shan’t take it too seriously.
So welcome :) and thank you for reading xx