It’s painfully true but I won’t admit it out loud. The way to my heart is through my stomach! Feed me well and I will always LOVE you, feed me trash or not at all and well… you’re just.. there. An excellent meal could sweep me off my feet any moment and I can’t stand that something so simple can make me feel so powerless! You can’t tell on first glance, but I just absolutely love food. I watch food shows in my free time, I always cook intense meals for kicks, I daydream about what to eat at my next mealtime… I don’t feel like it’s out of control, but my passion for food is a bit embarrassing for me to admit and think about. If someone regularly fed me beautiful meals, I’d be all over them in a heartbeat. smdh
