My mother says there are two types of people in this world: those that live to eat and those that eat to live. I am both. Privileged, with a pantry full of good food and fortunate to have cabinets overflowing with the means to make that food into something delicious. Shelves lined with cookbooks, drinking glasses and electric mixers and a sink piled high with dirty dishes, coffee grinds and citrus peels. Floors scattered with cookie crumbs and flakes of onion skin and a table and chairs, filled with those I love most and deserve least. Let the world know, I am one lucky girl.