Food – A Hate/Love Story

Those of you who follow me on Twitter, or Facebook, may have noticed that I mention food occasionally.

Okay; a lot, I mention it a lot. In fact, to the point where you might be forgiven for thinking I am a little obsessed with eating.

But it’s not my fault, honest.

I was born in 1970, to parents who were just becoming ultra-religious health-food hippies. Well: hippie-like, in an ultra-religious way. Drugs and sex and rock-n-roll: no way. Prairie skirts and wheat germ and supplements: heck, yeah. Continue reading