my father would drive me to Neiman Marcus in Beverly Hills where on Saturdays, they offered free samples in their gourmet food section. We gorged on caramel corn and rumaki. He’d peel the bacon off. We bonded over food. We argued about religion. He’d say, “Eating is a sacred act.”
I love this post! And surprisingly for me, this proved to be true: “God will start to matter as you get older and lose people.”
Thank you for all of your support around my book. It was truly life-changing.