Food and love
Wells and I went and had lunch and a haircut today. I had my first ever pit beef submarine sandwich.
And I told him that the place we ate was pretty good. Now the place we ate was a rundown shithole though. As a matter of fact it’s all turning into that here. It’s likely time to move north or somewhere else.
I should have explained to him that food - like love - can be found in any enivorment. Food doesn’t take any certain extreme skill - it takes love. To make something good you need to pay attention, think of your audience, think of them enjoying it and the happiness it brings. Then you need to do it over and over every day. And that’s love.
