From time to time I'll look back through the personal journals I've scribbled in throughout my life the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died when I went through a divorce and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.
Talking about food is like talking about your dreams. Everyone has something to say. We all have to eat it's just what we eat which differs. Some people eat for fuel and I feel bad for them.