As I stare at the blank page before me I am overcome with overwhelming nerves. I’ve probably gotten up to get coffee 6 times, and it’s only 9:02am. How do I convey my relationship with food? Where did my incredible love and passion for baking come from? Was it making pasta with my dad as a child? Baking mini apple pies with my mom? Maybe it was the tea parties every Tuesday with grandma Janie or dipping frozen bananas into chocolate with grandma Adrien and my big brother. I guess we will never know officially, but for as long as I can remember I have had a divine love for food, the culinary arts, and of course, eating.
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