What I love most about food is that it is so rarely just food. As humans, we are instinctive storytellers, and food is so often a part of the story: sometimes at the center, sometimes at the sidelines, and sometimes the steady constant that allowed for the rest of life to happen.
Ask anyone about a favorite memory, and you'll find food somewhere in it: the potatoes with cheddar and chives a grandmother made for Thanksgiving, a cheese and tomato sandwich wrapped in wax paper packed every day for lunch, or fish and chips eaten on the pier while the wind threatened to blow the food to the seagulls.
