What else is there in the world besides eating and the act of getting the food into your belly? If you ask me, nothing. There is nothing except worrying about bananas, and the possibility of running out of bananas in the dead of winter. Almost spring, dead of winter, the ground has been frozen for so long that it seems impossible that anything can come alive again. Nothing is growing here in this time, so we must rely on imported products such as those pesky bananas that keep disappearing right after breakfast time for an exciting source of consumable calories.
Cooking is not only my ends to the meat, cooking is my joy, cooking is my love. I hope that this love is felt through perhaps a meal, perhaps through a manipulated banana dish, perhaps through a humble creation made by these two tiny and usually cold hands.