Introduction

Food, for me, is an internal metric of health. Depending on the menu, you will be able to tell whether or not I am getting outside, connecting with loved ones, or getting enough sleep. When I am happy, I cook. When I am sad, I cook. When I am procrastinating, I cook. Breads, stock, soup, salad, goat—everything is fair game in the kitchen, and no one is safe. You come over for dinner, you assume the role of sous chef. No exceptions.