Do we love the idea of cooking more than the act of cooking itself?
Can love taste like a red velvet cupcake? Can pride taste like freshly baked bread at four in the morning?
People who swear by fancy-sounding diets would do better to promote the love of good food than make debatable claims.
This decade has rendered us incapable of facing a gathering on a Sunday without a cocktail or three.
It was no surprise, then, that I, like the rest of my generation, embraced the coffee culture with a vengeance. It was my way of telling tea to go to hell.