Food is about agriculture, about environmental science, about man’s connection with life, about the climate, about nation-building, cultural struggles, friend and foe, coalition, battle, religious conviction. It is about recollection and tradition and, at times, even about sex.
It seems to me our three fundamental desires, for food and security and love, are so diverse and mingled and dishevelled that we cannot straightly imagine one exclusive of the others. So it happens that when I put pen to paper of appetite, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and affection and the love of it and the hunger for it . . . and then the warmth and opulence and fine truth of hunger satisfied . . . and it is all one.
So, I decided to write a cookbook. It's exciting, fun, challenging, and fucking hard work. I've got so many ideas that I want to incorporate, some things that would be a first in a cookbook. What is inspiration, what is a craving? How do you put something that is non-verbal into words so that others can understand what is going on in your over stimulated, food fuelled, half insane, sleep deprived head? Patience my boy... It's not going to be easy, but it is going to be worth it. 
To prepare a meal you have to take time to consider what you are going to create. When writing a cookbook you have to do the same preperation. The perfect execution between flavour, taste and presentation is as deadly as a German sniper during World War II. Schade um das Madchen. Du kanst, du bist eina kluger Mann
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