FOOD IS NOT MY LOVE LANGUAGE, I said. To the computer screen. With maybe a little more feeling than I had intended. A writer friend had just invited me to participate in a writers’ group cookbook project, and of course I wanted to contribute. I love online community, and I love my hard-earned kitchen skills. But then my friend fairly shimmered, she said she was so excited about it all because food is her love language.

And suddenly I thought, oh wow, this is really going to suck.


The rest of this vulnerable post about bulimia and soup is over at the Mudroom: Soup For the Skinny Girls (With a recipe for Vegetable Soup)

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